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                ARTICLES & DEVOTIONS >> DARK 
                THREADS...   
                Dark Threads In 
                The Tapestry of Life 
                Author:
                Janet Seever 
                “My life is but a weaving between 
                my Lord and me,” penned an unknown poet in “The Weaver”.  The 
                third and fourth verses read: “Not until the loom is silent/and 
                the shuttles cease to fly/shall God unroll the canvas and 
                explain 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.” I understand dark threads. I’ve had 
                many in my life. No 
                starry-eyed bride imagines her beloved any different than she 
                pictures him as she says, “I do.” She cannot see how mental 
                illness can insidiously affect every aspect of life, choking out 
                hope and joy, strangling relationships. No mother lovingly 
                holding her newborn baby can anticipate the heartache of a 
                wayward child. Yet these things happen. My goal was 
                to have a happy home and Christian marriage, but within the 
                first six years of marriage, I discovered it wasn’t working. At 
                first I tried to apply what I read in the “how to be happily 
                married” books, but my husband was often feeling down, his dark 
                moods showing up as anger. Wasn’t I trying hard enough to be a 
                good wife? By this time we had two children. On our 
                sixteenth wedding anniversary my husband told me he was leaving 
                me. He expected his family to make him happy, but he just wasn’t 
                happy, so we must be his problem. He wanted to get away from us, 
                but was too confused to figure out a way to do it, so it never 
                happened. Months later, his doctor gave him medication for 
                depression, which helped greatly for a while. A few years 
                later our teenage son went through a rebellious stage. 
                Struggling with anger and depression, he tried to drop out of 
                school several times each year of high school. I was caught in 
                the middle as the peace-maker between a confused, angry son and 
                a depressed husband. I wrote in my journal, “My heart aches—for 
                a son struggling to grow up, for a father who doesn’t understand 
                him at all, for a son who hates his father for not understanding 
                him, for a father who hates his son for hating him.” One time I 
                remember wanting to stand on a high hill somewhere and scream at 
                the top of my lungs. Not that it would help the situation any, 
                but it was an expression of the unbearable, mind-numbing 
                emotional pain I was feeling.  Have you ever felt that way?  I 
                understand . . . and so does the Lord. During those 
                difficult times, I turned to the Lord. I poured my heart out in 
                my journal, sometimes writing prayers, sometimes just recording 
                the pain. At other times my cries to God were wordless. Tears 
                seldom came, but often I felt numb. In the midst 
                of all of this, the Lord brought wonderful, encouraging friends. 
                Sometimes we would talk, at other times my friends would just 
                let me talk while they listened. They always let me know they 
                were praying for me. One special friend would send me a card 
                every few weeks with a caring note inside.  She would clip out 
                encouraging poetry which she would put into her cards. I taped 
                every one of those cards into my journal, which became a much 
                more like a scrapbook. “I want so 
                much to lovingly assure you that my husband and I care and we 
                hurt with you,” my friend wrote in one of her cards. “The Lord 
                knows how much we can take and knows our breaking point. You’ll 
                surely be refined as gold when you see His answers and until 
                then keep on trusting Him.” What a blessing her encouragement 
                was to me! Are you 
                wondering today if God cares about you and your pain? Let me 
                assure you He does. The Bible says, “The 
                Lord is near to the brokenhearted, and saves the crushed in
                spirit” (Psalms 34:18 NIV) 
                and “When I am afraid I will trust in you” (Psalms 56:3 NIV). It 
                also says that He will never leave us or forsake us: “The 
                LORD himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never 
                leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be 
                discouraged."  
                (Deuteronomy 31:8). The Lord has proved those promises over and 
                over again in my life. They will work for you as well. So what has 
                happened to my family over the years? With a lot of prayer and 
                prodding, our son finished high school in 1997.  Last year he 
                graduated from a university with high honors, and holds a 
                full-time job.  My husband 
                was finally diagnosed with bi-polar mood disorder in 1997. He is 
                doing much better now that he is on a proper balance of 
                medication, which is monitored monthly. It’s a lifetime illness, 
                so life will always be challenging. He has always been able to 
                hold a job, for which I am thankful.  Our daughter 
                has been a bright spot throughout the difficult years. The Lord 
                has brought much healing to all of us in the past few years and 
                has united us as a family in a way I never thought would be 
                possible.  And what 
                about me? I still journal, but the frantic prayers and deep 
                emotional pain no longer fill the pages. The Lord is good. I 
                thank Him for what He has brought us through. He has taught me 
                many things in my life, and now is allowing me to encourage 
                others who are going through similar difficulties. The tapestry 
                of life will bring more dark threads in the future, but I know 
                God is with me. He gives me grace for the journey—one day at a 
                time.  © Janet 
                Seever 2025  
                Janet Seever is a writer who lives 
                in Calgary, Alberta. She and her husband have been married for 
                28 years. You can reach her at:
                
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