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| Embroidering Your Life |
When I was little, my mother used to sew 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.
As from the underside I watched her work within
the boundaries of the little round hoop that she held
in her hand, I complained to her that it sure looked
messy from where I sat.
She would smile at me, look down and gently say, "Child,
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
hen I would hear Mother's voice say,
"Child, 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 child, from
underneath it did look messy and jumbled, but you
did not realize that there was a 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
heaven 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."
-- Unknown |
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