STORY CHALLENGE: LETTER “Q”

QUILTS

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 under side.

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 Weaver’s 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.

Author Unknown

I did not know what to post for the letter “Q” in this weeks challenge until I went on a group tour today and we stopped at a place that displayed a collection of quilts.  Ah Ha!  Now I had my picture for the post.  

I remember reading the above poem in a book by Corrie Ten Boom and thought it appropriate to include as a reference to the quilts above.  I hope you enjoy both.

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