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God's Embroidery
When I was a little boy, my mother used to embroider a great deal. I
would sit at her knee and look up from the floor and ask what she
was doing. She informed me that she was embroidering. I told her
that it looked like a mess from where I was, the underside. I
watched her work within the boundaries of the little round hoop that
she held in her hand.
She would smile at me, look down and gently say, "My son, you
go about your playing for a while, and when I am finished with my
embroidering, I will put you on my knee and let you see it from my
side."
I would wonder why she was using some dark threads along with the
bright ones and why they seemed so jumbled from my view. A few
minutes would pass and then I would hear Mother's voice say,
"Son, come and sit on my knee."
This I did, only to be surprised and thrilled to see a beautiful
flower or a sunset. I could not believe it, because from
underneath it looked so messy.
Then Mother would say to me, "My son, from underneath it did
look messy and jumbled, but you did not realize that there was a
pre-drawn plan on the top. It was a design. I was only
following it. Now look at it from my side and you will see what I
was doing."
Many times through the years I have looked up to my Heavenly Father
and said, "Father, what are You doing?" He has answered,
"I am embroidering your life."
I say, "But it looks like a mess to me. It seems so jumbled.
The threads seem so dark. Why can't they all be bright?"
The Father seems to tell me, "My child, you go about your
business of doing My business, and one day I will bring you to
Heaven and put you on My knee and you will see the plan from My
side."
Author Unknown
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Broken Dreams
(By Lauretta P. Burns)
As children bring their broken toys with tears for us to mend,
I brought my broken dreams to God because He was my friend.
But then instead of leaving them with Him in peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help with ways that were my own.
At last I snatched them back and cried, "How can you be so
slow?"
"My child," He said, "What could I do? You never did
let go."
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