Prodigal: What happened?

Me: She broke down, but the Lord is with her.

This is from Corrie ten Boom

My life is but a weaving, between my God and me,

I do not choose the colors, He worketh steadily,

Oftimes He weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride,

Forget He sees the upper, and I the underside.

Until the loom is silent, and shuttles cease to fly,

Will God unfold the canvas and explain the reason why.

The darks threads are as needful in the skillful Weaver’s hand,

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

Some said, This is he: others said, He is like him: but he said, I am he. John 9:9 (KJV)

Jennifer Van Allen

www.theprodigalpig.com

www.faithincounseling.org