The Weaver

We went to Church this morning. It was a good service. The title of the sermon

was "Grace all the way." It was excellent. We are going to our friend's house after Church tonight. Tomorrow Hannah and I are going to the dentist. Then I am going to come home and eat a candybar. I'm just joking. Here's one of my favorite poems.

The Weaver

My life is but a weaving between my Lord and me.

I cannot choose the colors He works so steadily.

Oft' times He weaves in sorrow and I, in foolish pride,

forget He sees the upper and I, the underside.

The dark threads are as needed in the Weaver's skillful hand,

as the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned.

Not to the loom is silent and shuttles cease to fly,

will God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why.

KRISTONE

Well I'd better go for now and get ready for Church.

In Christ,

Lydia