Unexpected Patterns & Curve Balls

There was a time in my life when I wanted to control everything. Of course I didn’t realize this was what I was trying to do at the time – but hindsight is most enlightening. As I grow older I’m learning to recognize when I’m becoming white-knuckled about something and allowing myself to loosen my grip. Maybe it’s because some of the best things that have happened to me are things that I not only had no control over, but are thing I would never have picked out for myself.

Take my experience of motherhood. I wanted a pink crayon¬†, and there wasn’t one in the box. I couldn’t understand it and I fought for a long time against my inability to control it and force it to appear. When I let go, I entered a world and journey of adoption that forever changed my life for the better. More than that, it did the same for others. It makes me reflect on the poem about the Master Weaver:


My life is but a weaving
Between the Lord and me;
I may not choose the colors–
He knows what they should be.

For He can view the pattern
Upon the upper side
While I can see it only
On this, the under side.

Sometimes He weaves in sorrow,
Which seems so strange to me;
But I will trust His judgment
And work on faithfully.

‘Tis He who fills the shuttle,
And He knows what is best;
So I shall weave in earnest,
And leave to Him the rest.

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 needed
In the Weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.

~~ Author Unknown ~~

Several years ago my mother prayed for a change in my father’s employment. His work environment left much to be desired and it was becoming a big emotional strain. A few months later he had a stroke. Not what she was thinking as far as change. It was definitely a dark thread in the canvas and she’s frequently shared this experience telling people to be careful what they pray for. But this dark thread has brought such depth to their marriage. It has strengthened their bond and need for one another and appreciate what they have together. They even reflect more on the good things they’ve had in their life than most of us do.

In the same way, my knowledge of being a mother is deeper and more brilliant than it could have been without my dark thread of becoming a mother. It has also taught me the value of people that weave in and out of our lives. Each one fulfills a purpose, a need. It is truly amazing to me. As I sat in the room watching my daughter’s birthmother get married I realized how we had come full circle and only now did I understand that both of us were exactly where the other one needed us to be to complete our own canvas. I wrote her a poem¬†expressing those thoughts as a wedding gift:


Life throws curve balls. Will you strike out or hit a home run?

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One comment on “Unexpected Patterns & Curve Balls

  1. This is an inspiration to me today, I have been coloring with different colored crayons than I WANTED to use for some time now. I had never heard it termed that way, and it makes it sound so much ‘brighter’. I love it! Sometimes the color of crayon we end up using is the one we most need to use to develop our talents and grow, even if we don’t exactly like the shade. Thanks Holly, for sharing! ((hugs))

    You’re welcome! I know just what you mean about the vibrancy of color!

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