I wonder where the term, "silver linings" originated. Maybe from a seamstress searching for a piece of thread to make things look nice. Nowadays, the term is commonplace, and it makes me think about where I can find silver linings.
I have been forced to find silver linings in the patchwork of life. Each part of me is continually being stitched together by the Great Weaver, and I have no control. Just when I think the thread is pulled tight, out come the scissors, but it's without the satisfaction of a clean break.
It is more like a tear. Life has torn my heart to shreds. It has broken me down, built me up, and broken me down again. And, sadly, I understand this is not the end of the construction work.
Jesus was a master carpenter. He took pieces of scrap and built them into something beautiful. Maybe something wonderful will eventually be built from this ugliness. I am willing to stick it out. I am a loyal apprentice.
I try not to question life. I try to be happy with the joy that is given to me and I try to make peace with the sorrow. But, I am only human, and sometimes, that's very hard. I wonder, and I ponder, and I over think the simplest of things.
But, in the meantime, I try to love more than hate, smile more than cry, rejoice more than grieve, and live more than die.
All I can do is try.