You know, it is a funny thing about life…we only get to see the past and the now.  And sometimes what we see isn’t pretty.  Kind of like looking at the back side of a weaving.  It is full of knots and broken threads.  But when we turn it over we can see the beauty of the work.


My life is but a weaving 
between my Lord and me,
I cannot choose the colors 
He worketh steadily.
Oft times He weaveth sorrow, 
and I in foolish pride
forget He sees the upper 
but I the under side.
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 threads of gold and silver 
in the pattern life has planned.
Benjamin Malachi Franklin (1882-1965)
U.S. Library Of Congress, Washington DC, Card # 20060727210211

I am sharing about such an experience over at Nikki’s place today in my first ever guest post. Thank you Nikki for the opportunity.  You can read the rest of my broken thread story here.  



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