An old poem by an unknown author reminds us that we do not choose the colors in the handiwork that is our life; that is up to the Master Weaver. We forget sometimes that, while He sees the pattern as it evolves on the upper side, we are limited to looking at the underside. There the knots are visible and the pattern is unclear! God is at work, and some day we too will be able to see why the dark colors of difficulty or sorrow were as necessary as the brighter ones of freedom and joy.
The craftsman, using strands of gold,
Wastes not their glory on a weave
Of shining, brightly colored thread
But rather lets them glow
From out of darkened web. –MM
MaryMartha
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