Get Busy!

Shun idleness.
It is a rust that attaches itself to the most brilliant metals.

We cannot complacently sit idle. The fields are ripe, and we must be about the Master's business. It is a time of laboring until the Harvest is reaped.

Trust the Master Weaver

When gray threads mar life’s pattern,
and it seems so out of line,
Trust the Master Weaver
who planned the whole design.
For in life’s choicest patterns,
some dark threads must appear,
To make the rose threads fairer,
the gold more bright can clear.
The pattern may seem intricate,
and hard to understand,
But trust the Master Weaver
and His steady, guiding Hand.

* Poem is courtesy of Hallmark greeting cards