my ways, saith the LORD. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are
my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts."
I have quoted the above verses many times in past devotionals, they are two of my
all time favorite verses. There are many times in life that things happen that we just
cannot understand. To our way of thinking, things are falling apart. My former
Pastor used to say, "Things are not falling apart, they are falling into place."
You see, our view is only one dimension, its the here and now. We can't see into the
future, so therefore we can't see the "whole", we see only in "part". However we have
a sovereign God, He knows our beginning straight through to our end. He can see
what is needful in certain seasons of our life. In truth, if we were to be in charge of
what happens to us, we would be heavy handed with good and use the hard very
sparingly. But our loving God knows that its the hardships, trials and sorrows that
mold us more into His image, these times are the sandpaper in God's hand, to rid
us of the hindrances in our lives.
Malachi 3:3 "And He (God) shall sit as a refiner and purifier of silver...and
shall purge them (His children) as gold and silver, that they may offer unto the
LORD an offering in righteousness." The refiner holds that gold and silver very
carefully in his skillful hands. He never takes his eyes off of the vessel he is refining.
He knows just how much heat is needed to make it a pure and useful vessel. He
removes it from the fire when he can see his reflection in it. We are the vessel in
God's hand. Trust Him to know just how much heat you need to bring you to the
place of useful service for Him, reflecting to the lost world, His love and grace.
The Weaver
My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.
Oft times He weaveth sorrow
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the under side.
Not til 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 weavers 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 His very best to those,
Who leave the choice with Him.
Unknown Author
Forget He sees the upper
And I, the underside.
Not till the loom in 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.
- Author Unknown
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