Recently I've been studying Job in a Bible study I'm taking. Its such a rich and deep and real book. Caden is also studying this in his class, and its been interesting to study such a difficult concept with a child. Yesterday he said to me "I gotta say, if all this happened to me, I don't know how I'd feel about God!" So I asked him what God owes him. And he admitted that God doesn't owe him anything. Its awesome to realize this so young! If this concept can sink into his heart now, it will save him some heartache later.
Today the teacher quoted this poem. I thought it was beautiful, and a great example of how little of the big picture we can see.
My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaves steadily.
Often times He weaves 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
Will God unroll the canvas
And reveal 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 the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.
1 comment:
yes, Caden's comment was what we all think and maybe even say. Our discipleship class started with a scenario of loss in a man's life who is not very connected to God. Our class this Sunday will deal with that. Mom
Post a Comment