My life is but a  weaving Between my Lord and Me. I cannot choose the colors He worketh steadily. Oftentimes 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, Shall God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why. The dark threads are as needful in the Weavers skillful hand, as the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned
 
 
as believers in Jesus Christ, we all need to remember that our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ has the playbook for our lives, and not till we walk into eternity will we understand the " why's " of everything that has happened in our lives. Our job is to just trust Him with our whole heart, and leave the future worries we may have to His eternal control !!!
 
in His service,  Gary