I walked into the store and my eyes grew wide at the walls lined floor to ceiling with the most beautiful yarns. Every fiber, color, and texture you could imagine. I just had to touch them.
The instructor sat us at a small table and demonstrated the first steps. It felt so awkward, like eating with chopsticks (which I can't do either!).
This was so much harder than it looked. My neck and shoulders were tense. I couldn't talk and concentrate at the same time, but eventually my fingers fell into a rhythm.
Then another wave of morning sickness swept over me and I was reminded of Psalm 139:13
For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb.
As my hands were knitting this crooked scarf, God is knitting a new little life within me.
My needles slipped. I dropped a stitch. I let out a gasp and humbly handed my mess to the instructor. She took one look at my mistake, smiled, and effortlessly got me back on track.
Isn't that just how it is in this life?
Just when I think that I know what I am doing, I mess up again. I humbly hand my life back to God, He just smiles and brings me back.
