On Saturday, John & I attended Jonathan’s funeral.  I told you about Jonathan a few weeks ago…he was my co-workers grandson that had Spinal Muscular Atrophy.  He was just 3 months old.  It was an incredibly sad time as the family received his diagnosis at 8 weeks and just 4 weeks and a few days later…he was gone.  Attending the funeral was very hard for me and brought back many memories.  When my daughter, Amy, died almost 18 years ago, John & I received a sympathy card with the following poem on it, I have never forgotten it and find it very fitting.

The Plan Of 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
From 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 fills 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

And the threads of gold and silver

In the pattern He has planned.


After Amy died and I was going through the grieving process, I read this poem many, many times.  It is fitting, even today, because all grief is not associated with death and the loss of a loved one, as humans we grieve many things…the loss of dreams, the loss of hope or what we perceive as the loss of hope, we grieve as we watch those we love make choices that we fear may come back to haunt them in ways only a parent can imagine.  Yes, we experience grief in many more ways than just death.  But, this poem still gives me hope – no matter what we are grieving…loss of life, loss of dreams, loss of job, loss of financial security, loss of friendship…we are never without hope, for we are sons and daughters of the King. 
So, I must remember this…I am never without hope, no matter how difficult things may seem.  I do not get to see the whole plan.  I do not get to see the finished tapestry, I only see the broken threads, the knots, the mess-ups…He sees the beautiful piece that he is weaving, the lovely painting he is finishing, the new person he is molding and making in his image, and he is doing this by taking us thru trials.  I cling to this promise…

I waited patiently for the LORD;

he turned to me and heard my cry.
Psalm 40:1
Lord, today I need your strength and comfort.  I need to be reminded that you are here, with me, and with those I love.  Lord, you know the desires of my heart…I cannot even put them into words, but I am asking and begging that you guard and protect those that are dear to me.  Thank you for the gift of your Son and the promise of life He gives.  Thank you for hearing my cry.
Are you grieving today?  God is there…waiting patiently to hold your hand.  All we really need is God and Time…


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