blanket season is here. i love it.
although i adore each quilt and throw we have cozy-ing up our home,
i'm always looking for additions to the collection.
when i saw these i died. because they are fabulous and lovely.
and maybe because they are over three hundred dollars each.
something else though.
these beautifully woven woolen treasures reminded me of a poem:
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 until 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.
this truth. i believe it. his hand is skillful and his pattern is planned.
sometimes i struggle to trust this. to trust jesus. in all things.
i'm encouraged though by this promise in romans.
this is what i cling to, you can, too!
print from art by erin leigh
keeping up with my choice to be thankful this month,
today i'm thankful for:
:: the prospect of a new mother's of young children bible study group ::
:: elijah's excitement as he helps bake cookies ::
:: ginger sugar cookies ::
:: downton abbey on netflix ::
:: romans 8 ::
linking up with jami-go be encouraged!