Has someone seen the life I planned?<p>Has someone seen the life I planned?
It seems it's been misplaced
I've looked in every corner
It's lost without a trace. <p>I've found one I don't recognize
Things missing that were dear
Promises I'd hoped to keep
And dreams I'd dreamed aren't here. <p>Faces I had planned to see
Hands I planned to hold
Now absent in the pictures
Not the way I told. <p>Has someone seen the life I planned?
Did it get thrown away?
God took my hand from searching
Then I heard Him say, <p>"Child, your ears have never heard
Your eyes have never seen
Eternal plans I have for you
Are more than you could dream." <p>"You long to walk by sight
But I'm teaching eyes to see.
I know what I am doing
'Till then, you must believe." <p>He's done so much, I felt ashamed
To know He heard my moans
To think I'd trade in all He's done
For plans made on my own. <p>I wept over His faithfulness
And how He'd proved Himself
How He'd gone beyond my dreams
And said to Him myself, <p>"No, my ears have never heard
My eyes have never seen
Eternal plans you have for me
Are more than I could dream. <p>Yes, I long to walk by sight
But You're teaching eyes to see
You know what You are doing
'Til then, I must believe." <p>I felt His great compassion
Mercy unrestrained
He let me mourn my losses
And showed to me my gains. <p>
I offered Him my future
And released to Him my past
I traded in my dreams
For a plan He said would last. <p>I get no glimpse ahead
No certainties at all
Except the presence of the One
Who will not let me fall. <p>Are you also searching
For a life you planned yourself?
Have you looked in every corner?
Have you checked on every shelf? <p>Child, your ears have never heard
Your eyes have never seen
Eternal plans He has for you
Are more than you could dream. <p>Perhaps you long to walk by faith
But He's teaching eyes to see
He knows what He is doing
Child, step out and believe. <p>"No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love Him." I Corinthians 2:9 <p>God's Embroidery<p>When I was little, my mother used to sew 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.<p>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, "Son, 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."<p>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 Mother's voice say, "Son, come and sit on my
knee."<p>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 Mother would say to me, "My son, from underneath it did
look messy and jumbled, but you did not realize that there was a 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."<p>Many times through the years I have looked up to heaven and said,
"Father, what are You doing?"<p>He has answered, "I am embroidering your life."<p>I say, "But it looks like a mess to me. It seems so jumbled. The
threads seem so dark. Why can't they all be bright?"<p>The Father seems to tell me, "'My child, you go about your business of
doing My business, and one day I will bring you to Heaven and put you
on My knee and you will see the plan from My side."<p>Author Unknown
