GOD'S EMBROIDERY

When I was a little girl, my grandmother used to embroider a great deal.
I would sit at her knee and look up from the floor and ask what she was doing.
She informed me that she was embroidering.
I told her that it looked like a mess from where I was.
As from the underside I watched her work within the boundaries of the
little round hoop that she held in her hand, I complained
to her that it sure looked messy from where I sat.
She would smile at me, look down and gently say,
"My dear one, you go about your playing for a while,
and when I am finished with my embroidering,
I will put you on my knee and let you see it from my side."

I would wonder why she was using some dark threads
along with the bright ones and why they seemed so jumbled from my view.
A few minutes would pass and then I would hear
Grandmother's voice say, "Come and sit on my knee."
This I did only to be surprised and thrilled to see a beautiful flower or a sunset.
I could not believe it, because from underneath it looked so messy.
Then Grandmother would say to me,
"My dear one, from underneath it did look messy and jumbled,
but you did not realize that there was a pre-drawn plan on the top.
It was a design. I was only following it.
Now look at it from my side and you will see what I was doing."