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Thread of Life


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. As from the underside I watched her work within the boundaries of the little round hoop that she held in her hand, I complained to her that it sure looked messy from where I sat.
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 bright 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 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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An Old Lady's Prayer


Dear Lord, I know You're busy--
As busy as can be,
But I wonder if this morning
You'd come and chat with me.

It gets so very lonely,
Just looking at the wall,
Listening for the phone to ring
And friends that never call.

My folks are awfully busy
With all their jobs to do.
Well then, I guess, Lord,
That leaves just me and You.

I thought perhaps we would walk,
If You've the time today
To take my hand and listen
To what I have to say.

But there'll be someone coming--
Now just You wait and see.
Until then, dear Lord,
Guess it's just You and me!

By MARTHA J. NISSEN


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