Good morning…
I open Biblegateway.com and read the verse for today. As you do not know the path of the wind, or how the body is formed in a mother’s womb, so you cannot understand the work of God, the Maker of all things (Ecclesiastes 11:5, NIV).
An old favorite poem pops to mind. I google the phrase “God’s tapestry,” and…viola…here it is.
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The Weaver by Grant Colfax Tullar
My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me. I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth steadily.
Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow;
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.
Not ’til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And reveal the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned
He knows, He loves, He cares;
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.
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How will we survive and thrive the dark threads of this pandemic? Are we willing to leave the choice to our God, who knows, who loves, who cares?
Then he who is seated upon the throne said, “See, I am making all thing new!” And he added, “Write this down for my words are true and to be trusted!” (Revelation 21:5, PHILLIPS).
Where our understanding ends, deeper trust in God begins.
…Sue…
P.S. I cannot wait to see God’s rich tapestry rolled out before our waiting eyes, revealing the unique, exquisite pattern being intricately woven during this painful pandemic period.
