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12-16-2007, 03:51 PM
God's Embroidery
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 hoop that she held in her hand, I complained to her
that it sure looked messy from where I sat. She'd smile at me,
look down and gently say, "Son, you go about your playing 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 sit on my knee." This I did only to be surprised
and thrilled to see a beautiful flower or 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
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 such a mess to me.
It seems so jumbled. The threads seem so dark. Why can't they
all be bright?" The God 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."
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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 hoop that she held in her hand, I complained to her
that it sure looked messy from where I sat. She'd smile at me,
look down and gently say, "Son, you go about your playing 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 sit on my knee." This I did only to be surprised
and thrilled to see a beautiful flower or 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
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 such a mess to me.
It seems so jumbled. The threads seem so dark. Why can't they
all be bright?" The God 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."
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