It seems like when I am most down, something happens to bring me back to a sense of gratitude and awareness of a loving Heavenly Father. I remember that this is just a small moment that will pass and that I am not alone in this journey. So many people have lifted me in so many ways for which I am truly, truly, grateful. On Tuesday, I received a beautiful poem in the mail from a beautiful person. It was very timely. I have read it many times since and have felt an overwhelming sense of comfort and peace. It reads:
My life is but a weaving between my God and me.
I do not see the colors; He worketh steadily.
Oft times He weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper and I the under side.
Not til the loom is silent and the shudders cease to fly
Will God unveil the canvas and reveal the reason why
The dark threads are as needful in the skillful weavers hand
As the threads of gold and silver in the patterns He has planned.
I know that although these are hard or "dark" times for me, that there is a greater plan and that good will come from this experience IF I keep my faith in God. He can turn the sorrow into joy.