The Weaving of Life

I couldn't help but share, as I borrowed this poem from a friend.  It helps me cope with the current winter weather patterns, my current life status and those moments where I feel trapped.

Trapped inside my home
Trapped within my life's constraints
Trapped in a house full of kids.
Just plain trapped.

Yet each day I manage to pull thru 'surviving',  and as I go to bed I quietly remind myself, tomorrow is a new day, a new beginning, and something beautiful will happen tomorrow.

My life is but a weaving

Between my Lord and me,

I cannot choose the colors

He worketh steadily.

Oft times 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.

Author unknown

Although there may be a few dark threads I'm sifting thru.  
There is always a silver lining.
hugz & blessings
B