Saturday, September 27, 2014

The Tapestry

Lately I've been thinking of an illustration I heard once.  It was that our lives are like a tapestry.  But the problem is, we don't get to see it as we live here on earth.  All we see is the back side of it, the knots, tangles, confusion and mess.  But God gets to see the other side.  He knows what He's doing, and how it all works together, and what the beautiful masterpiece will look like in the end.  
Sometimes I can't wait to see what it looks like from God's side.

1 comment:

O.W.S. said...

Yes!!! One of my favorite poems!!! I've held on to it like a promise during the most dark times in my life.

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,
And I the under side.
Not 'til 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 Weaver's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
in the pattern He has planned.