It reminded me of this poem by Corrie Ten Boom. She conveys this idea much more eloquently than I do so I thought I would share it here.
“Life is but a Weaving” (the Tapestry Poem)
“My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth steadily.
Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow;
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.
Not ’til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And reveal 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 the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.”
― Corrie ten Boom
I especially love the part that says, "And I in foolish pride forget He sees the upper and I the underside." When I am looking at the wrongside of a quilt or a tapestry or an afghan, I can see some of the beauty of it, but I can't really see it for what it is. That is how it is with my life. I can see some of the beauty and how it fits together, but I cannot see it all. What I see as knots or mistakes or bumps are all part of God weaving a beautiful picture of my life.
Times when I don't feel like I am making any difference to those around me, God is busy at work weaving my life tapestry into the threads of someone else's life. Or maybe He is using that time for someone else to be woven into mine. The imagery of the woven tapestry with all the brilliant colors so carefully chosen has always spoken to me. We may never know the impact we have on someone else, but that does not make it less important.
God is a master craftsman, and He "gives the very best to those who leave the choice to Him."
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