Saturday, January 24, 2009
The Plan of The Master Weaver
Our lives are but fine weavings that God and we prepare
Each life becomes a fabric planned
And fashioned in His care.
We may not always see just how the weavings intertwine
But we must trust the Master's hand and follow His design.
For He can view the pattern upon the upper side
While we must look from underneath
And trust in Him to guide . . .
Sometimes a strand of sorrow is added to His plan
And though it's difficult for us, we still must understand
That it's He who fills the shuttle, it's He who knows what's best
So we must weave in patience
And leave to Him the rest . . . .
Not till 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 needed in the Weaver's skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned.
(I think this should be read at every fiber-friendly person's funeral, don't you think?)
Friday, January 9, 2009
Here is my favorite "civilian" picture of Blake, it was taken on our "Christmas" 12/22/08, as we did our holiday a few days early. I never post pictures of others without permission, but I think he'll forgive me this one time. My DH is doing a CD with the video that was played at the service along with a scrolling thing of the poem I read and his eulogy - we'll be putting it on YouTube and I'll put a link up here tooo, I guess.
I tried to knit a bit last night, but couldn't. I open my stash closet and all I can really see are the few projects I had for him. The sweater pattern and yarn that was never cast on. Blake saw the yarn and pattern the last time he was home and was looking forward to the sweater. For Christmas this year, he gave me knitting needles in 3 sizes and a book on afgans and a request that I make him a blanket. Then there are the socks, his socks, SFS socks, beanie caps/helmet liners.... it's just too hard to pick up the pointy sticks right now. Sorry to be such a buzz kill - my little bit of therapy...