In the famous lace shops of Brussels, there are certain rooms devoted to the spinning of the finest and most delicate patterns. These rooms are altogether darkened, save for a light from one very small window, which falls directly upon the pattern. There is only one spinner in the room, and he sits where the narrow stream of light falls upon the threads of his weaving. "Thus," we are told by the guide, "do we secure our choicest products. Lace is always more delicately and beautifully woven when the worker himself is in the dark and only his pattern is in the light."
"May it not be the same with us in our weaving?" ~J. R. Miller
The shuttles of His purpose move
To carry out His own design;
Seek not too soon to disapprove
His work, nor yet assign
Dark motives, when, with silent tread,
You view some soinbre fold;
For lo, within each darker thread
There twines a thread of gold.
Spin cheerfully,
Not tearfully,
He knows the way you plod;
Spin carefully,
Spin prayerfully,
But leave the thread with God.
--Canadian Home Journal
Streams in the Desert
by Mrs. Chas. E. Cowman
(unabridged)
Leave the thread with God... lovely thought for the start of a new week!
ReplyDeleteBTW, I've been reading from Mrs. Chas Cowman's Springs in the Valley these days. Enjoying it too.
"Lace is always more delicately and beautifully woven when the worker himself is in the dark and only his pattern is in the light." Great thought - thanks!
ReplyDeleteI LOVE this poem..seems like one we should put to memory..beautiful! love, Audrey
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