The Weaver

Sometimes I talk too much and I know I think too much. And because of those things I probably write too much. So I’ll keep this short…

I love being surrounded by things (and people) that make me feel happy. One of my favorite places in my home is my craft/sewing room. It’s filled with things that remind and inspire me. I have a little saying in a cute little shadow box that says…’Memories hide in every corner of my house and I take great delight every time I stumble across one’. That is so true.

Some things I get so accustomed to being there that it’s kind of amusing when out of nowhere I notice them and they bring about an abundance of thoughts. One such thing is a little bookmark that hangs, among many other inspiring things, on the cork board above my sewing machine.

I love the words so I will share…

THE WEAVER

My life is but a weaving

Between my Lord and me

I cannot choose 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 till the loom is silent

And the Shuttles cease to fly