Our passage on Sunday called us to reflect upon God's hidden orchestration of all things, which we call providence. When nothing seems to be going right, we must trust that God is still present, even when He seems absent.

The metaphor of a tapestry has often been employed to illustrate this point. The following poem became popular when Corrie ten Boom included it in her 1971 book, "The Hiding Place". I've seen it attributed to Benjamin Malachi Franklin, but also to Grant Colfax Tullar, while others just list it as anonymous.

• My life is but a weaving
  Between my God and me.
  I do not choose the colors
  He worketh steadily.
  
  
• Oft times He weaveth sorrow;
  And I, in foolish pride,
  Forget He sees the upper
  And I the underside.
  
  
• Not ’til the loom is silent
  And the shuttles cease to fly,
  Will God unroll the canvas
  And explain the reason why.
  
  
• The dark threads are as needful
  In the skillful Weaver’s hand
  As the threads of gold and silver
  In the pattern He has planned.