THE WEAVER

This is from my Myspace Blog Dated: April 4th, 2008

"THE WEAVER"

My life is but a weaving

Between my Lord and me,

I cannot change the colors

He worketh Steadily.

Oft times He weaveth sorrow

And I in foolish pride

Forget He sees the upper

And I, the underside.

Not til 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.

He knows, He loves, He cares,

Nothing this truth can dim,

He gives His very best to those

Who leave the choice with HIM!

~1 COR. 13 Chap. 12 verse

I came across this poem a when I was going through my Dad's memory box today.

It's funny how even if someone who has passed on can seem to bring you words of comfort in your time of need.

Every day God and his angels are a part of our life. I believe there are spirit angels and earth angels and they can be anywhere among us.

Maybe I am crazy but I take comfort in the times I need my dad and grandma who have passed still bring me comfort. Such as coming across this poem, or a reminder of him. Everytime I hear a windchime I think of his mom who is with him above and how much I love them.

Even my mom's mom my favorite Grandma who is still alive I believe gives me comfort.

Three weird things happened today...I have had a bad few days and struggling with being angry.

But three things happened to me today..

1 A penny~ Lore has it if you stumble upon a penny a loved one from heaven has dropped it at your feet... "Pennies from Heaven" I found a penny today at my feet as I was asking my dad for strength to forgive someone I was upset with and to let go of my anger. I know pennies are all over the ground every where, but I take comfort in the thought this penny was for me!

2 Today as one of my senior residents supported me today and knew I needed someone to be with me as it was a bad day. We were sitting in my office and talking and then I caught a whiff of my Grandma's perfume (who is still alive) in the room. Both my resident and I had different perfumes on. Maybe I am crazy, lol.

3 I moved my dad's box today, his guest book from his funeral fell out and opened to the above poem.

My angels walked with me today and gave me strength when I felt week, gave me earth angels to hug me and say they are in my corner.

But most of all the poem reminded me...God has a plan. Sometimes not for me to understand. When he is ready I will see what he wants me to of the tapestry of the life he is blessing me with.

Until then I need to love my family, pray for those who are sick and in need. And remember if you put it in God's hands, you will be blessed,someday in someway in some form.

Maybe I am crazy but I believe....

I believe Angels walk among us... they are our friends, our spouses, our family, our children.

There are even angels behind the scenes we will never see.

I read this poem tonight and my anger and fear lifted, for God has a plan... for my family and me!!

Call me crazy but you love me anyway!

Missy Jean