It seems like life has a hard way of teaching me this. It also has a hard way of teaching me patience, you know...the one thing I don't have time for. The last few weeks have been chalk full of disappointment and heartache, but I am sure that there is something to learn from all of it. Some days I fret about how slow I learn things that a loving Heavenly Father is trying to teach me, other days I get discouraged by all of the missed opportunities I have to help those around me. And then there are still times when I don't slow down enough that I could hear anything. My challenge to me today... Slow down, breath, be happy, and trust that Heavenly Father is in charge. Hopefully I can become the person He knows I can be.
My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me
I let Him choose the colours
He worketh subtlety.
Oft times He worketh sorrow
and I within my heart
Forget He sees the pattern
While I see only the part.
The dark threads were as needful
In the weaver's skilful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver,
In the pattern He had planned.
Not till the room is silent,
And the shuttle ceases to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas,
And explain the reason why.
~Author Unknown
