My Life is But a Weaving

tapestry back

It is a reflection to which I have often returned.  At various times in my life, I have used it as bookmark, it has been on a wall in my home, I have sent it to friends and family as they have struggled with life’s various difficulties and challenges.  I do not know when I first encountered it, but I have turned to it again and again as a reminder that God’s vision for our lives and for all that is, far surpasses our own ability to see, and oftentimes to understand.

In recent days, I unexpectedly encountered it again, and through it I heard God’s voice speaking reminders of comfort, strength and hope to me. Penned by an unknown author, perhaps it will do the same for you.

My life is but a weaving,
Between my God and me;
I do not choose the colors,
He worketh steadily.
Oftimes He weaveth sorrow,
And I in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the underside.
Not till the loom is silent,
And shuttles cease to fly,
Will God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the skillful Weaver’s hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern God has planned.


As you contemplate the weavings of your life, may God grant you grace sufficient to trust in the One who intertwines the threads together. 

Many Blessings –

†Pr. Char

Jan. 29, 2013

Rev. James A. Wetzstein and Rev. Charlene M. Rachuy Cox serve as university pastors at Valpo and take turns writing weekly reflections.

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