"It is God that . . . maketh my way perfect." Psalm 18:31
There is a familiar story of a man who went into a famous tapestry establishment in Paris to watch the skilled laborers perform their work of art. They had their hands filled with thread of almost every color, and were weaving them into what seemed to him a rather ugly fabric of patchwork. When an opportune moment came he said to one of the directors of the project, "I do not see any beauty in that piece of work at all." "No," said the other, "it is not very attractive now, but return in a month and see it after it is finished; then you will change your mind." At the time appointed the man went back to view the piece of tapestry, but once again he was sorely disappointed at the jumble of colors. He shook his head and said, "I am still unable to see any beauty in it." The chief weaver took his arm and directed him to the other side of the room - how wonderful the beauty which now met his eye! What skillful and artistic mingling of the colors - what an exquisite deign. The visitor could find no words to express his admiration and delight. He understood then that the tapestry is woven from the wrong side, and one who does not know what the weaver is doing sees only the tangled, snarled ends and oftentimes no meaningful symmetry or line.
So, too, all of us are on the loom of life, but if we have given ourselves over into the hands of the Master Weaver, we may be sure that His pattern of grace will be marvelously contrived. Here we may see only the tangled strands of trial and the knotted end of disappointment, seemingly arranged without proper skill or meaning. However, when the weaving of our life has ended, we shall be allowed to view it from the Glory Side; then with eternal perspective we shall discover that the fabric of our existence was full of design and purpose. Indeed, with the psalmist we will exclaim: He "maketh my way perfect."
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