If you were asked to describe your life in one word, what would you say?
Fill-in this blank: My life is but a ______.
I found this poem in the back of my organizer, My Life Is But A Weaving. As I’ve read books by Corrie ten Boom, I’ve often read a portion of it.
My Life Is But A Weaving
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.
He knows, He loves, He cares,
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives His very best to those
Who leave the choice with Him.
~Author Unknown
