The Loom of Time
This morning I came across the beautiful poem 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆, which describes our lives as threads woven together into a pattern we do not always see.
Looking at this recent photo of my Mum, Monic, and our wee grandson Oscar, I was reminded how true that is.
I believe God has a design for each of our lives, even though we may not understand it fully right now.
I know that across the years, the threads of love and faith continue to be woven together in our family from one generation to the next.
I’m especially grateful today for my Mum and Monic – two incredible women – and for the beautiful threads they have woven into our family’s story…
Man’s life is laid in 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆
To a pattern he does not see,
While the weavers work and the shuttles fly
Till the dawn of eternity.
Some shuttles are filled with silver threads
And some with threads of gold,
While often but the darker hues
Are all that they may hold.
But the weaver watches with skillful eye
each shuttle fly to and fro,
And sees the pattern so deftly wrought
As the loom moves sure and slow.
God surely planned the pattern:
Each thread, the dark and fair,
Is chosen by His master skill
And placed in the web with care.
He only knows its beauty,
And guides the shuttles which hold
The threads so unattractive,
As well as the threads of gold.
Not till each loom is silent,
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God reveal the pattern
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads were as needful
In the weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
For the pattern which He planned.
𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓜𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓓𝓪𝔂
