Friday, March 26, 2010

Ultimate Knitting

I have spotty memory. For example, I can't remember the lady's name, but I remember that my mom had a friend who was a singer and I remember the introduction to a song she sang --or part of it, at least -- "you knit me together in my mother's body. I am fearfully and wonderfully made because you made me so" but I can't remember any of the song. I wish I could remember the song. I have a feeling it would be one of those songs that I could find on youtube and watch a million times in a row. If I could just remember a few of the words, I could search the lyrics and find the song. But I can't remember any of the words.

The art of knitting, to me, is taking something purposeless, one-dimensional, flat but with potential that you can see in it before you pick it up and turning it into something, shaping it, forming something that is useful and beautiful.

The ultimate knitter in my opinion is God. I mean, all I can knit is yarn. And I have to have the yarn to be able to knit it. God created this world from nothing. He spoke it into existance. He knits people out of nothing. If that isn't ultimate knitting, I don't know what is. I am in awe of God's creativity, art, talent and sheer power.

Some days I wish I could knit people. Mostly my husband and kids, but it would really be useful in all relationships. If you could see people the way you see knitting, you would be able to tell where the dropped stitch is and be able to pick it up and repair it like it had never been dropped, you would know where the loose stitch is to be able to tighten up the stitches around it so that they were all uniform. You would know where the problem is, what the problem is and would be able to figure out how to fix it.

Its just not that easy with people. Most of the time, I don't know what's bothering my family and even when I do, I don't know how to fix it. And when I do know how to fix it, it is nothing as simple as just picking up a dropped stitch with a crochet hook and making loops until it can again become a live stitch and be worked as if it was never dropped. I can knit beautifully, but I can't get through to my kids and for that reason, I feel like an utter failure most of the time. And I don't know where that dropped stitch is.

Today, I pray that God will teach me how to mold the beautiful children he knit together in my body so that they will grow into the people he created them to be, capable of doing the good work he created them to do. For we are all made with a purpose. Then again, perhaps I should just leave the knitting to the One who can see the stitches and just admire His work.

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