A mosaic

I love mosaics. I think I love them because they are just splashes of color and shimmer, without necessarily having a true pattern. My life feels so much like a mosaic. It just feels like so many random events sometimes, without much to tie them together and make sense out of them. I think that the only thing that could tie my life together and make it beautiful is God. he is the scarlet thread running through the whole them. One of my favorite poems is The Weaver

My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me,
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.

Oftimes He weaveth sorrow,
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I, the underside.

Not till the loom in 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.

– Author Unknown
It comfort me so very much to know that God knows what He is doing. I see the underside of life so often. I really don’t know what it all means. I just know that I need Someone who does know and I rest myself in Him

Published by eloracseniah@gmail.com

Author and Creator of the HisShadowings.com series and books. You can find these at https://hisshadowings.com/ Be Blessed and encouraged in the Lord Jesus

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