A friend sent this to me when my husband first lost his job. I wanted to share it with you
This is really neat
> EMBROIDERY
>
> 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 sitting, which 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 light
> ones and why they seemed so jumbled from my view. A few minutes would
pass
> and then I would hear Mot! her'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 wil! l bring you to Heaven and put you on My knee and you will see
the plan from My side."
> Author Unknown
This is really neat
> EMBROIDERY
>
> 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 sitting, which 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 light
> ones and why they seemed so jumbled from my view. A few minutes would
pass
> and then I would hear Mot! her'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 wil! l bring you to Heaven and put you on My knee and you will see
the plan from My side."
> Author Unknown
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