Saturday's Snippet

Psalm 30:5

For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

My life is but a weaving
Between the Lord and me;
I may not choose the colors–
He knows what they should be.

For He can view the pattern
Upon the upper side
While I can see it only
On this, the under side.

Sometimes He weaves in sorrow,
Which seems so strange to me;
But I will trust His judgment
And work on faithfully.

‘Tis He who fills the shuttle,
And He knows what is best;
So I shall weave in earnest,
And leave to Him the rest.

Not ’til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.

The dark threads are as needed
In the Weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.

-Author Unknown

I chose the above poem to be the spoonful for today, as a friend of the family is being laid to rest today. It seemed to all of us on earth, especially to his young widow and daughter, that he was called away much too soon. Thirty years of age, and a minister too, none of us can comprehend why he had to go. But, God alone has the answers, and one day we will understand it all. Our thoughts and prayers go out to the bereaved family today. I have withheld their names for privacy reasons.

Until tomorrow, Lord willing.....