I no longer live close enough to visit Amy’s grave. I have two dear friends that check on the grave. They never forget her or me this time of year. Thank you, RZ & BG. RZ, I never forget that you are a member of this club too.
Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.
1 Peter 5:7
We buried her 19 years ago today….She was born on the 9th, died on the 12th and buried on the 16th. After she died I read and re-read all the sympathy cards. I made notes of the scriptures referenced on the cards – not only referenced by the sender, but also put on the card by the printer. This verse was on more than half the cards. For someone that only lived 4 days, it was amazing the number of sympathy cards we received, the number of people that visited the funeral home and the distances they drove. It was an incredibly sad time in my life, but John often notes that it was a time of feeling “held in God’s hands.” This poem was on two of the cards we received:
The Master Weaver
Our lives are but fine weavings,
that God and we prepare,
each life becomes a fabric planned,
and fashioned in his care . . .
We may not always see,
just how the weavings intertwine,
but we must trust the Master’s hand,
and follow His design.
For He can view the pattern,
upon the upper side,
while we must look from underneath,
and trust in Him to guide.
Sometimes a strand of sorrow,
is added to His plan,
and though it’s difficult for us,
we still must understand.
That it’s He who flies the shuttle,
it’s He who knows what’s best,
so we must weave in patience,
and leave to Him the rest . . .
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 needed,
in the Weaver’s skillful hand,
as the threads of gold and silver,
in the pattern He has planned.
Thank you friends – both that I know in real life and blogging friends – for your thoughts, comments and prayers during this difficult time.