The Weaver

(author unknown)

My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me.
I cannot choose the colors.
He worketh steadily.
Oft time he weaves in sorrow
And I in foolish pride
Forget he sees the upper
And I the underside.

Not till the loom is silent
And the shuttle cease to fly
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reasons why
The dark threads are as needful
In the weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern he hath planned.

I heard this at a conference especially for addicts. My hope is that it will bless you as it has blessed me.

Birds

Temptations to return to my addiction abound. You might say, in many ways, that temptations are like birds. It is almost as if they are “in the air". They may just fly way up above me, barely making their presence known. These may be among the most difficult because of their subtlety. Sometimes they circle overhead. I am well aware that they are there. At times they come in flocks. It is if they swoop and dive, actively seeking me as their prey. Then there are the times where it seems to be all but impossible to keep them from landing and taking over my life.

There is nothing wrong with being tempted. In program I have learned that while temptations do come, I do not have to give in to them. Every time, I can surrender and find peace. Each and every time, I can choose to remain free from my addiction. As my first sponsor used to say, “Birds will fly over my head but I don’t have to let them build a nest in my hair!”.