“My Life is but a weaving between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colours, He worketh steadily.
Ofttimes He weaveth sorrow and I in foolish pride,
Forget that He seeth 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 Weaver’s skillful hand,
as the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned.
from Dark Threads the Weaver Needs: The Problem of Human Suffering
by Herbert Lockyer
my Prayer: Lord THANK YOU for discarding dark thread yesterday! THANK YOU for replacing it with gold and silver thread! Thank you for answering our prayer for healing for our friend with a big, fat YES! We are so thankful that our will for healing didn’t contradict your will, that our limited, “underside” view matched beautifully with your “upper” view of this section of the magnificent, complicated, simple tapestry you are weaving. We are so thankful that we have a cancer FAIL story to tell, and thankful for the opportunity to point all the grace and glory to YOU, Lord! We trusted you before the surgery to remove the cancer and if it had resulted in the discovery of more cancer, we would have trusted you still – not understanding, but trusting. We would have been sorrowful and hopeful, clinging to our faith in your perfect plan. We are full of praise and thankfulness today, Lord, and even though our friend has a long recovery, we thank you that you’ve brought this particular band of women together so that we can be your hands and feet during this time. God is good. All the time. All the time. God is good.
Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.
2 Corinthians 4:16-18 (NIV)
“How high, how wide, no matter where I am, healing is in Your hands. How deep, How strong, and now by Your grace I stand, healing is in Your hands.”
Healing is in Your Hands
by Christy Nockels
This was dual published on my Pragmatic Communion blog.