Laura Fernsten

Sometimes we forget about the Big Picture.

I heard this poem in a general conference talk, and have loved it ever since:

Man’s Life is laid in the loom of time
To a Pattern he does not see,
While the weavers work and the shuttles fly
Till the dawn of eternity.

Some shuttles are filled with silver threads
And some with threads of gold,
While often but the darker hues
Are all that they may hold.

But the weaver watches with skillful eye
Each shuttle fly to and fro,
And sees the pattern so deftly wrought
As the loom moves sure and slow.

God surely planned the pattern:
Each thread, the dark and fair,
Is chosen by His master skill
And placed in the web with care.

He only knows its beauty,
And guides the shuttles which hold
The threads so unattractive,
As well as the threads of gold.

Not till each loom is silent,
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God reveal the pattern
And explain the reason why.

The dark threads were as needful
In the weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
For the pattern which He planned.
- Anonymous

I know that Heavenly Father puts trials in our lives for a purpose; at times we may be drowning in our sorrows, pain, afflictions, or trials, but oft times we forget that it is through these trials that we gain experiences and grow to become the people that He needs us to be.