Re: Loquat...

Well that's another thing I quit trying to do, figuring out the whys. I don't know if we'll ever figure them out on this side of life.

So this poem has pretty much become my motto:

“My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
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.”

― Corrie ten Boom

But yeah, lump me in with Trump St. Loquat. But put him first as I'm sure he needs it more. :)

You know 461 might have thought higher of you if you would have invested in a good tin foil hat. :) Tweet