I don’t (or can’t) knit. The needles and yarn never quite go together for me. If I do manage a few rows of stitches, the needle slips out and it starts unraveling. The more I pull at the string to try to fit the needle back in, the more it unravels. It’s just better to stop. Leave the unraveled thread sitting there in a pile. Trying to fix it makes it even worse.
I think we can all remember a time where the more we kept at something, the worse it got. Like the yarn, it’s just better to stop and let it sit there. Let it be. Turn our attention to other things. I walk by the pile and pat it once in awhile, but mostly I just eye it from across the room. The temptation to try to reinsert that needle is great, but I know what will happen. I just can’t knit. Time to admit that and move on.
“My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue…” sings Carole King back in the seventies. For me, that lyric rings true. When I look back over the years, all my unraveled piles have been woven and knitted into what is now me. Since I can’t knit, and have pretty much accepted that fact, someone had to do it. When I wasn’t looking, when I walked away, or when I was busy unraveling yet another pile of yarn, someone was knitting together all I left behind and made a beautiful colored tapestry of my life.
There isn’t anything God can’t do. When I take my hands off, He puts His hands on and…voila…my yarn mess turns into something beautiful.
And so, as another day goes by, I’ll leave the knitting to someone who knows what they’re doing, and…I have written.
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