Sunday, October 31, 2010

Halloween, and a reminder

We don't make a big deal of Halloween, but every year we do carve pumpkins, and the kids dress up and trick or treat.  This year our son decided he was too old for that, so he handed out candy to the little kids instead.  Our daughter went as a ghost, and traveled the neighborhood with her friend and her friend's father.  They had a great time, even though it was quite damp and cold (30s, and with some rain toward the end).  We even had some large snowflakes falling this afternoon, and we're supposed to bottom out in the 20s overnight.  I think winter is here.


It seems like the Lord has been gently reminding me of many things lately, although I haven't been in any frame of mind to listen to Him for quite a while.  In fact, I've been very angry with Him, disappointed and deeply hurt by some things in my life.  I'm grateful that He hasn't given up on me, when I all but gave up on Him during some recent trials with roots deep in past relationships.  It's so easy to feel alone during a trial, and to assume that I've been forgotten or abandoned, when that's not true at all.  Our pastor put his finger on it last week during a sermon:  sometimes we're deceived (self-deceived, or deceived by others) and believe that the Lord isn't really the Lord of everything, of every circumstance, every trial, every joy, every hope, every hurt.  I don't understand why things happen, or their timing, but I can choose to believe that there is a purpose to it all, even if I may not discover the purpose within my lifetime.  God does not owe me an explanation, but He promises me that He is present at all times.

My husband's parents hit a deer on the way home from our place last night.  Thankfully, they were uninjured, just shaken, although the car is probably totaled, or at least very close to it.  My sister-in-law said today that initially she was mad at God after they called her last night, because she'd prayed specifically for their safe travel earlier.  She said she was reminded that although the trip was not uneventful, her parents did make it home safely in the end.  Things don't always go the way we expect, but there is a reason for the sequence of events.  Sometimes our prayers are answered literally.  Sometimes they aren't.  Sometimes the answer is no.  That's so hard to hear sometimes.

I have a little poem in my Bible on a bookmark.  I've had it there for years, because it's true, and I need reminding of it every so often:

The Weaver

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.

Author unknown