My friend once said, "Dear Lord, Why me?" She then felt the words, "Why not". Things happen, whether good or bad and we ask why? When it comes to trials and tribulations we ask why yet it is not till after the tempest is done raging that we look back and realize just how far we have come. Through the Lords hands "nothing is impossible".
Growing up my mother allowed us to expand our active minds on things that were most edifying. They create so much of who I am. She presented us with a poem that I know I shall always remember. It is entitled, "The Weaver" by Benjamin Malachi Franklin. It reads:
My life is but a weaving between my Lord and Me,
I cannot see 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 till the looms are silent and the shuttles cease to fly
Shall God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why.
His dark threads are as needful in the Weavers skillful hands
As His threads of golds and silver in the patter He has planned.
I cannot see 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 till the looms are silent and the shuttles cease to fly
Shall God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why.
His dark threads are as needful in the Weavers skillful hands
As His threads of golds and silver in the patter He has planned.
He knows what we are going through and lately I have found the need to praise His name through it all. For it is His merciful hand that sustains me in this mortal journey.
I have a new dream. To look at people the way the Lord of Heaven and Earth does. I have a desire to be an example and say "Thy will O' Lord be done".
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