Tapestry

Cross-stitching never appealed to me, but the finished product sure does!  A close friend gave me a framed cross-stitch piece years ago, and it is a sweet treasure.  As pretty as the upper side is, the backside is … well, it’s just a mess!  The depth and desperation of our struggles rarely make sense to us, and we easily fail to see their purpose.  The Master Weaver, however, knows exactly what it takes to make our lives a beautiful tapestry!  

 

“The Weaving “ by Corrie ten Boom

My life is but a weaving, between my Lord and me,

I cannot choose the colors, He worketh steadily.

Sometimes He weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride,

Forget He sees the upper, and I, the underside.

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 needful, in the skillful Weaver's hands,

As the threads of gold and silver, in the pattern He has planned.