As I thought about Joseph and his response to this brothers (see verses 4-7), I recalled a verse from Corrie Ten Boom, titled 'The Weaving':
My life is but a weaving
between my Lord and me,
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.
Oftimes 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.
Lord, I pray for the wisdom, maturity and eyes of faith –eyes like Joseph and Corrie- to trust that what You are weaving through my life will bring You honor and glory, will advance Your kingdom and proclaim Your love to the ends of the earth.
This I pray in the name of the God, the Great Weaver, and Jesus Christ, His One and Only Son, my Lord. Amen.
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