There it is in the photo to the left –
the reason I picked up my knitting needles again after laying them
down forty years or so ago. Do you see it?
It's not the multitude of beautiful
yarn available, the abundance of fun patterns to work up, or even the
joy of passing on a beloved hobby to a new generation of
needleworkers...wonderful though all those things are.
Nope...it's the phone lying face down
on the table, ignored for the moment in the midst of colorful skeins
of wool, attention focused on something other than Facebook, fingers
and thumbs busy with with actions other than tapping, texting,
scrolling and sending for a minute or two.
Don't get me wrong; I love my
phone. It's my constant companion, the answer to my many questions,
my entertainment when I'm bored... my connection to the rest of the
world. But it was becoming my world, and I didn't like the way
I reached for it every time I sat down, woke up, or a commercial
break interrupted the program I was watching on TV. I needed to make
a change.
And suddenly I got the urge to knit. I
remembered the comfort of relaxing with the latest project,
the satisfaction in seeing the work grow underneath the clicking
needles...the freedom to let my mind wander while my hands remained
happily employed with knit and purl stitch counts. Now I problem
solve, I dream; my mind is free to set its own agenda instead of
constantly searching other people's posts for something new to think
about.
But what to knit? Pairing
purpose with the pleasure I found in creating items added
excitement to this venture; couldn't I make things other people could
use? The ideas started flooding in. Of course, there were the
obvious; little gifts for Christmas, seasonal items to decorate the
home, baby items to give as shower gifts or donate to needy mothers.
My sister mentioned a group of knitters in her area of the country
who were making scarves and gloves to hang on park fences for
homeless people to find and use; soon I found a local group I could
contribute to who were doing the same. Now I find I can't knit fast
enough to finish all the things I want to make before one season ends
and another arrives with a whole slew of new ideas of its own.
It turned out I had it partially right.
There was a human purpose to pursuing a passion...but what if there
was a divine connection, as well? For no apparent reason I selected a
snuggie as my first project, one of those little baby sacks or
“cocoons” in which to cuddle a newborn, and did it up in blue,
even though nobody I knew at that moment had a pregnancy nearing its
due date. As my knitting grew, so did a friendship with a coworker
who was new in town and who soon found out she was pregnant...with a
little boy. It eventually became obvious to me who the snuggie was to
be given to, especially since the project on my needles and the baby
in her belly were “done” at the same time. But it was as I was
writing a note to go with the gift, that I felt a nudge from God to
write a few words from His heart, as well as my own. It wasn't
anything mystical or deep, just a few lines of light and love spoken
into the life of a young woman at a special time in her life. And
suddenly it hit me that that was why I had picked up my my
hobby again after such a long period of time...to deliver that very
message at this particular time. The pleasure I found in the action
was beside the point.
A light bulb turned on in my head. What
I thought was my need to knit again was actually God's
need for me to do so, that He might deliver a message of love to a
daughter I “happened” to be connected with. What if God had me
learn to knit forty years ago just so that He could call that skill
into play decades later and use it to bless a girl who wasn't even
born at the time I began? Could it be that many of the details of
our lives that we thought originated from our own thoughts and
desires are really planted inside of us by God to bud and bear fruit
in the time of His choosing, in ways we couldn't have imagined
originally?
Looking back, I realize now how many
other passions in my life have come and then seemingly gone, only to
be resurrected and given new life at a later point in time. How good
of God to replace the sadness when a particular season ends with an
eager hope that it may roll back around again on down the road! And,
oh, how the joy we find in them is multiplied when those interests
are used for God's purposes rather than just our own!
And my social media addiction? I still
use my electronic devices plenty...now mostly to find patterns on
Pinterest or check in on the picture posts of my knitting buddies'
current projects. The internet lists a host of physical and emotional
benefits that come from picking up a pair of knitting needles;
for me the best was the spiritual blessing that came with the excuse
to put the phone down.
“...make it your
ambition to live quietly and peacefully, and to mind your own affairs
and work with your hands...”
(1 Thessalonians 4:11
NIV)
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