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Monday, October 4, 2010

The Weaver

The following poem was sent to me by a dear church friend while I was still pregnant with Karinne.  At the time, I was working on weaving the special blankets for Karinne and wrote about them in a journal entry on my Caring Bridge site entitled "Threads of Love" (which you can read by clicking here.)  I thought it so amazingly and fittingly expressed the journey that we were certainly on.  And now in this week's bible study chapter, the poem was included again.  What a special blessing.  I definitely plan to include these touching words on a scrapbook page about the weavings.  I hope it touches you like it has me. . .

The Weaver

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

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

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 needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.

-Grant Colfax Tuller


  1. Kara - This is beautiful! The poem, the loom, the blanket, and the pic of your daughter in it!
    thank you for sharing!!


  2. How sweet! I love the blankets. I love the photo of Karrine in her blanket too:) ((hugs))

  3. That is so beautiful and touching. I love Karrine's blanket. It is beautiful just like her!

  4. Look at little Karinne, all bundled in LOVE for eternity . . . .

  5. Beautiful. I saw this poem before in the flower shop I go to but couldn't remember the name of it. Thanks!