The Web

You have it all together, don't You?
I so strongly believe that You are the master author, and that You really do delight in the details of our little, people lives. But then there is this part of me that doubts.

That part that says, "He loves you, yes. He cares about you, of course. But, really Manda...all the details? Maybe not ALL of them. Just the major decisions: deciding where you'll live, what career path you'll jump on, choosing your spouse, adopting a baby, etc... "

Oh GOD! What about the story line??? What about the perfect plot??? Please tell me You're planning, writing, thinking about my web! please...

Why, oh why do I doubt Your perfect design in my life? I see the beautifully tapistrated webs in other people's lives ALL THE TIME. Here, let me explain what I mean when I talk about "the web".

When a spider spins a web, she does it so purposefully. Gracefully. Intentionally. She may not know it, but her instincts tell her to place one string here, and another right there, so that all the shiny trails connect and support each other.

Life is like that. Life designed by the creator, that is. He's the play writer- The "Master Weaver" (as KP calls Him). When the web comes together, it's strong and beautiful. It has purpose. But the web takes time.

Oh, Love...please help me to embrace this time of threading. I trust you, my Master Weaver. Strengthen this web.