"My life is but a weaving between the Lord and me,
I may not choose the colors,
He knows what they should be,
For He can view the pattern upon the upper side,
While I can see it only on this, the underside
Sometimes He weaveth sorrow, which seemeth strange to me,
But I will trust His judgment, and work on faithfully,
‘Tis He who fills the shuttle, and He knows what is best,
So I shall weave in earnest, leaving to Him the rest
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 needed in the Weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned."
We all have questions of “why” that we want to know the answers to. We want to know why the sorrow, why the death of our loved one. The Master Weaver is the one who can turn our deepest pain and struggle into something that can be used for His Glory and for good. It is only by His Grace that we can trust Him and the pattern He has planned for our life. Today I pray for that Grace for each family who is hurting. Our prayers are with you.