See ya!

My family and I are taking a week off of life, and going away for a little camping. The house is torn up, and everything is dusty, disorganized, and in disarray (I mean more than the usual amount of dust, disorganization, and disarray). **Of course in a home addition, this means progress, so I am not complaining.** Our schedules have us scattered, so we want to regroup. We will make Christmas ornaments, play board games, read books, and and I am bringing paper, scissors, glue sticks and markers, and the littlies can create to their hearts' content.

Until I return, I thought I would leave you all with something I read during my retreat this weekend (Every Woman's Journey, given by Katrina Zeno).

The Plan of the Master Weaver

Our lives are but fine weavings
That God and we prepare,
Each life becomes a fabric planned
And fashioned in His care.
We may not always see just how
The weavings inter-twine,
But we must trust the Master's hand
And follow his design.
For He can view the pattern
Upon the upper side,
While we must look from underneath
And trust in Him to guide...
Sometimes a strand of sorrow
Is added to His plan,
And though it's difficult for us,
We still must understand
That it's He who fills the shuttle,
It's He who knows what's best,
So we must weave in patience
And leave to Him the rest...
Not til the loom is silent
And the shuttle ceases to fly
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why--
The dark threads are as needed
in the Weaver's skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.