The Weaver
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 underside.
Not till the looms are 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 Weaver’s skillful hands
As the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned.
This is a prayer that my mother would read everyday. “Dedema” as the grandchildren called her, loved to sew and do needlepoint. She would tell us our lives were like a tapestry and only God knew the design. The threads were not only the circumstances in our lives, it was also the people that touched our lives. She believed everyone came in and out of our lives for a reason. Sometimes people are sent to us and other times we are sent to them. We don’t know why and we don’t have to know. It was part of His design.
The colored threads are the happy times and the black threads are the challenges we face. When you look at a tapestry from the underside, all you see are the crossed threads and knots. Once the tapestry is finished and you look at the upper side, the design is clear. Now, look closely, you’ll notice that the black threads frame the colored threads so they stand out. Without those dark threads, the design will not come alive.
When we think of Corey, we wonder why is this dark thread apart of her tapestry until we think of His plan. The profound response from people, literally around the world, that have reached out to us is evidence of His design for her. Perhaps she will inspire someone to become a therapist or doctor? Perhaps someone is struggling with their faith and has decided to start praying again on her behalf? Corey has touched others to reach out because they have walked this road and want to share their experience, strength and hope with us. Perhaps she will be reaching out to someone else someday? This experience can be daunting if we try to see the whole picture. Just for today, we have to try to put logic aside and allow faith into our hearts; that’s where the colors are.
Thank you just doesn’t seem to say how much we appreciate your love and support for Corey! She is truly one of the brightest colors in our tapestry.
May God continue to bless you Corey! xoxo