I am reading a really good book and I found this awesome poem. I love it. It really helps to know that sometimes we just gotta hold on and know that in the end everything is going to work out. :)
My life is like a weaving between God and me,
I cannot choose the colors He worketh steadily.
Ofttimes He weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride,
Forget that He seeth the upper, and I the under side.
Not till the loom is silent and the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas and explain the reasons why.
The dark threads are as needful in the Weaver's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned.
-By Spencer W. Kimball
ps. The picture is of a cool quilt I found. :)
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