Failing Miserably… revising my plan. Apparently, I have hand mouth disease… if it’s in my hand, it goes in my mouth. Anyways, I already wrote a post on failing, so I won’t repeat here, just wanted to let you know that no progress has been made and I’ll post my plan soon…
My Family
Stephen & I
Madeline, Charlie & SophiaThe 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.unknown
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