Just wanted to share a beautiful poem titled “The Weaver.” It’s often attributed to Grant Colfax Tullar.
My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colours
He weaveth steadily.Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow;
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the underside.Not ’til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Will God unroll the canvas
And reveal 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.He knows, He loves, He cares;
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.
This poem reminds us that life, from our perspective, often looks messy. But God sees the whole tapestry.
And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.
— Romans 8:28
Even the “dark threads” of sorrow, pain, hurt, and regret are being woven into something bigger and better.
So take heart, because the Master Weaver is still at work. Every thread has a place and every color has a purpose.
Your story is safe in His hands.
The Roadside Café 🤍