There are so many things that I can look back on in my life and remember how glad I was to have had knitting to keep me company. It has been a comfort, a joy, a creative outlet, a means of financial support, and a way to keep my hands from being idle. Tens of thousands of stitches have been made by my hands while listening to the Bible App or my favorite classical music, watching movies with my family, and while traveling between my home state of Georgia and my grandparents’ old house in Texas.
When nothing in my life seemed to be going right, when everything seemed out of control, I could pick up my knitting and have a tangible feeling of normalcy. When my thoughts were spinning faster than I could keep up with, I could find quiet in the gentle rhythm of the stitches. When people let me down, burned bridges, I could pick up my knitting and know that I was making something that would bring joy. When I felt distant from God, like he wasn’t there, I could pick up the needles, wind the yarn through my fingers, and feel a sense of wonder because I was knitting like he knit me in my mother’s womb. That life-connection, established from the very moment I was conceived over twenty years ago, would help me get my focus back where it needed to be.
I’m so grateful God gave me the ability to knit. I’m not sure what I would have done without it these past few years. I surely wouldn’t be writing this blog or be an indie yarn-dyer!
What about you? What does knitting mean to you?