Hi there!  My name is Aileen Jarvis and my faith can be likened to this poem called "The Weaver":

My life is but a weaving, between my Lord and Me.

I can not choose the colors; He worketh steadily.

Oft times He weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride,

forget He sees the upper, and I the underside.

Not till the loom is silent, and the shuttles cease to fly,

shall God unroll the canvas, and explain the reasons why. 

The dark threads are as needful, in the Weaver's skillful hand,

as the threads of gold and silver in the patterns He has planned. 

He knows, He loves, He cares...nothing this truth can dim;

He gives His very best to those, who leave the choice to Him!