Ebabe’s blog for today had a quote in it from Martin Luther which reminded me of something I read in The Five Silent Years of Corrie Ten Boom, by Pamela Rosewell Moore. 

My life is like a weaving
Between my God and me
I did not choose the colors
He worketh steadily.

Sometimes 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 shuttle cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.

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

“When He has tested me, I shall come forth as gold”