Sometimes life leaves you confused and not sure of why anything's happening. God is always in control and, as hard as it may be at times, He works everything together for good.

My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me.
I cannot choose the colors;
He worketh steadily.
Oftimes He weaveth sorrow,
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the underside.
Not 'til 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.

-- Author Unknown