My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth 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 reveal the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned
He knows, He loves, He cares;
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.
(Corrie Ten Boom
In crafting this oil painting, I sought to evoke the serene joy and tumultuous beauty of nature. The myriad of colours invites a breath of fresh, inspiring energy with its passionate expression of life's vivid tapestry, the ups and the downs, the whirlwind of change. Sometimes scary but always worth the risk of living to the fullest.
Life is but a Weaving
France, 2025
Oil on Canvas
150x120cm
Certificate of Authenticy will be provided