
Moi
what a blessing to see that you have been here, and sharing your thoughts with us
your writing brought to mind words from a poem I have always loved
Quote:
My life is but a weaving between my God and me,
I do not choose the colors that 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 the 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 silver and the gold in the pattern He has planned.
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Praying for you dear Moi and knowing God is weaving much beauty from all those threads in your life, nomatter how loose or tangled they may at times appear
(((((((((Moi, Moss and grandmoises)))))))))