Sometimes we have to remember: He Who holds the Universe, holds our Hearts also. God I don t have to understand, I just have to Trust You. So when I sit back and search for reasons, I find comfort in this poem. The Author is Unknown. The Weaver My life is but a weaving Between my Lord and me, I cannot choose the colors He worketh steadily. Oftimes he weaveth sorrow, And I in foolish pride Forget He sees the upper And I, the underside. Not till the loom is silent And the shuttles cease to fly Shall God unroll the canvas And explain the reason why. The dark threads are as needful In the Weavers skillful hand As the threads of gold and silver In the pattern He has planned. Please continue to keep my sister Mary and her family in your prayers. God is Faithful. Shalom.
Posted on: Sat, 25 Jan 2014 00:02:35 +0000