Sunday, April 27, 2008

"My Life is but a Weaving"













My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I let Him choose the colors;
He worketh steadily.
Oftimes he worketh sorrow
And I, within my heart,
Forget He sees the pattern
While I see only part.
The dark threads were as needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He had planned.
Not till the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.
--Anonymous


"Now, as you and I look at our lives . . . , we sometimes do not understand that through which we are passing, but, being submissive, we can trust Him.

"The day will come, brothers and sisters, when the tapestry of your life will be unfolded, and you will see divine design all through it, and praise God for the experience and the tutoring which, in His goodness, He has given you" (Neal A. Maxwell,
"Willing to Submit" [address given at BYU-Hawaii devotional, 9 Feb. 1988, p.8] ).




Thank you to this photographer for the threaded loom and to this one for the tapestry.

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