Black Friday

Like many of you, I had a good day today: sharp shopping, dynamite decorating, and luscious leftovers.  I’ve been blogging a year and a half, but first time ‘round I didn’t blog the day after Thanksgiving.

[Short pause while my veteran readers guess why.]  Yes, it was one year ago today that we watched my mother-in-law’s sanity slip away.  For us, it gave a whole new meaning to “Black Friday.”

That day ushered in ten months of charity, challenges, and change.  Though it seemed rather daunting on occasion—(okay, let’s face it, often)—looking back, we all agree it was a remarkable time.

At our Bible study the other night, we each shared something we’re thankful for.  For my offering, I mentioned how amazing it is that God prepares us for each phase of life—with the ones that precede it.  During the year caring for Effie, I learned so much about remembering God’s presence with me.  This, in turn, is equipping me to persevere through what is, hands down, the biggest step of faith I can ever remember taking.**

Others at our Bible Study echoed similar testimonies—that we have each seen God do many, many wonderful things—which gives us hope that He is able, willing, and ready to continue faithful to those who love Him and are called according to His purpose.

So, no—I don’t look at what happened last Thanksgiving as “Black Friday.”  I see it as yet another glowing example of the hand of God—breaking down what needs chipping off, molding the heart inside, and strengthening the building for His use.

And today, I picked up right where I left off: throwing on a hoodie at six in the morning, to head into a veritable chaos of coffee, comforters, and kooks.  Let the countdown begin!

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**THE WEAVER’S PRAYER by Mary Barthelemon

My life is but a weaving between my Lord and me
I cannot see 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 till the looms are silent and the shuttles cease to fly
Shall God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful in the Weaver’s skillful hands
As the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned.

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