EMBROIDERY
When I was a little boy, my mother used to embroider a
great deal. I would sit at her knee and look up from
the floor and ask what she was doing. She informed me
that she was embroidering. I told her that it looked
like a mess from where I was sitting, which was the
underside. I watched her work within the boundaries of
the little round hoop that she held in her hand.
She would smile at me, look down and gently say, "My
son, you go about your playing for a while, and when I
am finished with my embroidering, I will put you on my
knee and let you see it from my side."
I would wonder why she was using some dark threads
along with the light ones and why they seemed so
jumbled from my view. A few minutes would pass and
then I would hear Mother's voice say, "Son, come
and sit on my knee."
This I did, only to be surprised and thrilled to see a
beautiful flower or a sunset. I could not believe it,
because from underneath it looked so messy.
Then Mother would say to me, "My son, from underneath
it did look messy and jumbled, but you did not realize
that there was a pre-drawn plan on the top. It was a
design. I was only following it. Now look at it from
my side and you will see what I was doing."
Many times through the years I have looked up to my
Heavenly Father and said, "Father, what are You
doing?" He has answered, "I am embroidering your
life." I say, "But it looks like a mess to me. It
seems so jumbled. The threads seem so dark. Why can't
they all be bright?" The Father seems to tell me, "My
child, you go about your business of doing My
business, and one day I will bring you to Heaven and
put you on
My knee and you will see the plan from My side."
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