trust.

I worry about my boys alot. They are smart, obedient, strong young men, but I can whip myself into a frenzy worrying if I'm doing enough to ensure their futures will be what they deserve. Today was one of those days. I took a long walk to be alone with my thoughts and poured my heart out to my Heavenly Father about all my worry I have been feeling for these two precious boys. He quietly reminded me that they were His children long before they were mine and He will take care of them. I just have to do my best. I found this poem too and it further reinforced His plan for our lives, and we need to be reminded of all the good that is in our day to day even when it can look pretty messy and chaotic in the trenches.

My life is but a weaving
between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colors,
He worketh steadily.
Oft times He weaveth sorrow,
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the under side.

Not 'til 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.
He knows, He loves, He cares,
nothing this truth can dim.
He gives His very best to those
who leave the choice with Him.