Life can be sad

Hi again! I tell you what some times life gets away for you. This last week felt just like that. I had a dear friend pass away unexpectedly on Monday night. We spent the week helping the widow get ready for the funeral. My dad then had to preach the funeral for one of his best friends. Mom had to watch and help her friend burry her husband. I must say the funny things in life that have always happened to me are still happening but they don’t seem as funny any more. I know they will someday soon again but for right now they aren’t. I hate loosing friends to death. You have a hole in you that was filled by someone. No one can fill that place for that person only that person and when that person is gone that that hole takes time to heal. The bad thing is the hole never goes away. I hate that!!!!! I set and think and wish for one more time to talk to him and ask him questions and listen to him talk to my dad and feed him all his favorite foods (he loved my cooking!). I will never get that chance. I also never get to fulfill the dream of going and working with him in Uganda for a short time. Yet as all these feeling surge through me I know that God had a plan and everything that has happened is a part of that plan. I wish that I knew the plan but I think that if I did I would be freaked out! I keep thinking about this poem. It’s called The Weaver. I would like to share it with you.

 

The Weaver

My life is but a weaving,
between my God and me,
I do not choose the colors,
He worketh steadily.
Ofttimes he weaveth sorrow,
and I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper,
and I the underside.

Not till the loom is silent,
and the shuttles cease to fly,
Will God unroll the canvas,
and explain the reasons why
The dark threads are as needful
in the skillful weaver’s hand
As threads of gold and silver
in the pattern He has planned.

He knows, He loves, He cares,
nothing this truth can dim.
He gives His very best to those
who leave the choice with Him.

 

Maybe next time I will be able to share more happy things that happen to me. Thanks for reading.