My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me,
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.
Oftentimes He weaveth sorrow,
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
and I, the underside...
The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver's Skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.
There may be times in your life when it all seems dark and you cannot see or trace the hand of God, but yet God is working. Just as much as He works in the bright sunlight, He works all through the night.
There are those who suffer greatly, and yet through the recognition that pain can be a thread in the pattern of God's weaving, find the way to a fundamental joy.
I pray Lord Jesus, that you would weave me into a pattern that shows your character and likeness. I know this is not going to be an easy road. I never thought I would have to go through something like this. Weave a pattern that is beautiful, that makes sense and that has a purpose.
I can't see much beauty yet, but you are already there. You already know the future and you help me to rest in that knowledge.
Stitch by stitch, mend us. Weave us. Mold us. Carve us into what you want us to be.