"Where sun?"

Rosalind has reached the stage where "twenty questions" is a delightful game to her... the only problem being her limited vocabulary, resulting in twenty very similar questions: "where phone?", "where keys?", "where Papa?".

Thankfully, the last few days she has found a new favorite, "Where sun?" After asking, she will answer her own question and point excitingly to the sky, "There sun!"

But this morning when she woke up the sun was covered in clouds and the view outside was wet and gloomy. "Where sun?" she asked, looking out the window.

"The sun is still there," I answered, "but it's hiding. Clouds are covering it all up."

"Oh," she responded with her most grown-up articulation and pointed to the cloudy sky, "there sun."

Then I realized the much deeper truth beneath her childlike acceptance. So often this is a picture of life. You have done your best, carefully laid your plans and then clouds cover the path. The Sun does not always shine forth brilliantly immediately and you are left without the lovely rays of Sun. But the Sun is still there, always watching and always caring, and showing Himself once again and illuminating the path not the moment you or I choose, but the moment when it is best.

"My life is just a weaving
Between my Lord and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaves so skillfully.

Sometimes 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 reasons 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."

by B.M. Franklin