I do now; I didn't then.
It took time to weave.
The time when my heart was hanging by a thread; God held the spool securely in His hands.
The time when my life was unraveling before my eyes; God was replacing old, broken thread with new.
The time when all I could see were frayed edges and flaws; God was refining His design.
The time when all I saw were black braids; He added bursts of color.
The time when I didn't understand the bigger picture; His intricate pattern was unfolding before His eyes.
The time when I didn't think the pieces fit; He stitched them together perfectly.
The time of dry patches; God was sitting back admiring His handiwork.
Now I can, too.
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This is worded sooo well. I am trying to make a short video using the poem The Master Weaver. Anyway appreciate your blog and thoughts. Blessings, Cindy Ahlgrim
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