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Hello & welcome to my blog! My name is gloria. I live in an old farmhouse on a beautiful hill overlooking God's green earth... along with my husband of 17 yrs and our 10 children. I enjoy the simple pleasures of country living. I love the Lord and desire to live a life pleasing to Him. This blog is a "journal" of sorts where I will be sharing my thoughts and ramblings, and occasional mishaps too. :) I hope you enjoy reading. God bless!
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Weaving Lace - 09:02, Monday, December 15, 2008

" In the famous lace shops of Brussels, there are special rooms devoted to the spinning of the world's finest lace, all with the most delicate patterns.  The rooms are kept completely dark, except for the light that falls directly on the developing pattern, from one very small window.  Only one person sits in each smal room, where narrow rays of light fall upon the threads he is weaving, for lace is always more beautifully and delicately  woven when the weaver himself is in the dark, with only his work in the light.

  Sometimes darkness in our lives is worse, because we cannot even see the web we are weaving or understand what we are doing.  Therefore we are unable to see any beauty or any possible good arising from our expierence. Yet if we are faithful to forge ahead and "if we do not give up" ( Gal. 6:9) someday we will know that the most equisite work of our lives was done during those dark days when it was the darkest.

  If you seem to be living in deep darkness because God is working in strange and mysterious ways, do not be afraid.  Simply go foward in faith and love, never doubting Him. He is watching and will bring goodness and beauty from all your pain and tears."     ~  J.R. Miller

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The shuttles of HIs purpose move,

To carry out His own design

Seek not too soon to disaprove,

His work, nor yet assign

Dark motives, when with silent tread,

You view some somber fold;

For lo, within each darker thread

There twines a thread of gold.

Spin cheerfully,

Not tearfully,

He knows the way you plod;

Spin carefully,

Spin prayerfully,

But leave the thread with God.

                    ~ From  The Candadian Home Journal ~


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