September 9, 2013

"Sharing who I am" includes the heartache ...

Man’s life is laid in the loom of time
To a pattern he does not see,
While the weavers work and the shuttles fly
Till the dawn of eternity
.

Some shuttles are filled with silver threads
And some with threads of gold,
While often but the darker hues
Are all that they may hold.

But the weaver watches with skilful eye
Each shuttle fly to and fro,
And sees the pattern so deftly wrought
As the loom moves sure and slow
.

God surely planned the pattern:
Each thread, the dark and fair,
Is chosen by His master skill
And placed in the web with care
.

He only knows its beauty,
And guides the shuttles which hold
The threads so unattractive,
As well as the threads of gold
.

Not till each loom is silent,
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God reveal the pattern
And explain the reason why

The dark threads were as needful
In the weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
For the pattern which He planned
.

Author Unknown -

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This Blog is subtitled '...sharing who I am' - (as well as what I do) -
Today I have done what I would say IS possibly one of the hardest things anyone CAN do.

Today I watched, in respectful silence, as my wonderful Nephew and his Wife said goodbye to the baby that they never got to say hello to.

I watched and listened as my Nephew picked up his guitar and sang "I want to hold your hand" and then laid his tiny son into his brother's grave.


I watched my elderly parents struggle with wondering why they have lost a Grandson and now a Great-grandson.
And my Sister in law, grief stricken, as she committed yet another part of her soul into God's care.
My brother - trying to be strong for the sake of his son
- now united with him in the cruelest bond.

Today - was not a good day.
But this dark thread is now forever woven into my life, and the lives of those around me - it is part of me ...
It is part of Who I Am.

                                                 


3 comments:

  1. Oh Wendy my heart bleeds for you. Hugs Glenda

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  2. I'm sorry to hear such sad news.

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  3. Sometimes we never know when something we read will touch us in a place we have buried deep hurts. After reading your Dec. post I returned to this post. I had a similar lost a year ago. My DS2 and his wife had an angel baby. She was born way too early. That thread is woven in me.

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