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, 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 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 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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