Sacred Space, is the column which i never miss reading in TOI. An interesting story from the same column

DIVINE DESIGN

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. As from the underside I watched her work within the boundaries of the little hoop that she held in her hand, I complained to her that it sure looked messy from where I sat.

She’d smile at me, look down and gently say, ‘‘Son, you go about your playing and when I am finished with my embroidering, I will put you on my knee and let you see it from my side.’’ A few minutes would pass and then I would hear mother’s voice say, ‘‘Son come sit on my knee.’’ This I did only to be surprised and thrilled to see a beautiful flower or 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 realise 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.’’ Many times through the years, I have looked up to heaven and said, ‘‘Father what are you doing?’’ He has answered, ‘‘I am embroidering your life.’’ I say, ‘‘But it looks like such a mess to me. It seems so jumbled. The threads seem so dark. Why can’t they all be bright?’’ 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.’’