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There’s nothing better than comparing life to a yarn project. It’s been done before by many and it’s going to be done again right here. Even the Bible talks about being knit together (Psalm 139:13). The idea of making something is very rewarding. It’s especially fulfilling when it’s something useful such as a sweater or scarf.
I taught myself how to knit about 5 years ago using YouTube and lots of patience. Last year, I embarked on learning how to crochet. I love both arts. They bring peace to my spirit when I am stressed. I believe the constant motion of my hands causes some sort of trance in which all my stress melts away.
I do, however, have to entertain my other senses by listening to something while I work on a project. Usually, I turn on Netflix or Amazon Prime on my little laptop and “watch” some sort of mini-series or documentary. I used the term “watch” loosely. Most of the time, I don’t look up at the screen unless I hear something really important being said. I have been known to glance up after having already watched several episodes of the series and exclaim “Oh, I didn’t know so-and-so was Korean!”. Most of the time, if you ask me to point out which character is which on a cast photo, I couldn’t say. It’s just something us yarn-artists have learned to live with.
The few occasions when something was so good I had to watch (usually involving James Bond), I end up having to unravel all the work I did while watching. I miss a stitch or do the wrong kind of stitch here and there, causing the project to look like something from a kindergarten art class. I take that back. A kindergartner’s work would probably be better.
When I first began my yarn-art phase, my heart would break every time I would have to unravel anything. Even if it was just a few stitches, panic would set in and I would cry over all my hard work.
I got over the fear of unraveling thanks to my youngest son. Any work left unattended would not be safe. He would pull out the yarn needle so that he could play drums on the couch cushion. Most of the time, his little foot would get wrapped around the yarn and cause the whole thing to fall apart as he waddled around the house. I was able to find my needle by following the yarn trail. It never ceased to amuse him.
I have no trouble taking a project apart now. As a matter of fact, I have been working on a sweater for a few months now and have had to unravel it a total of 4 times. I’m starting to find the unraveling relaxes me as much as the making the sweater does.
Life is like that, isn’t it? It becomes unraveled and messy. We tend to panic when we see the yarn end of life start to get longer while all our effort shrinks away into nothing. It’s scary and uncomfortable.
Believe it or not, my sweater is looking pretty good now after I took it apart 4 times. It’s looking better than it would have if I had continued with the first 4 attempts. My patience, perseverance and peace at knowing it would be alright paid off.
Just like I have learned to unravel my projects without a second thought or worry, all the unraveling this world has done in my life has taught me that it will be OK. Cancer, a hurricane and many other big and small UN-ravelings have always turned out for the good. As a matter of fact, life became better than I had imagined it could be. God saw the missed stitches and crooked rows caused by my looking away and decided to help me start again. Once I let go of the yarn and let Him take over, the art of my life became beautiful. In fact, it came to be how it was meant to be.
In the moment, it’s always difficult to let go of the frayed end, not knowing where you will land once you do. I’ve been there many times and I am sure I will be there many times to come. What comes easier for me now is remembering the end result. Despite my fear, despite my worry, I focus on it. No matter how messy and knotted the yarn of life might look or how many times it needs to be unraveled, the sweater will always turn out beautiful, just as it should be.