Wednesday 20 July 2016


It's been a quiet and sad time for us lately, as most of you know.

I thought I would take my knitting with me and knit in the waiting times.

But I just couldn't - somehow I couldn't lift my hands to my projects and knit.

Have you ever found that when you pick up a project again it brings back the memories of what you were doing while you knit it?

Somehow, woven into the fabric is the essence of what was around.

I have picked up projects and had vivid images of the movie I was watching, or the scenery we were driving through.

I didn't want my lovely rainbow socks to have grief woven into their fabric.

I don't want my beautiful yarns to bring sorrow while they are being made and when they are worn.

And now that we have walked through the valley, I still can't seem to pick up my needles.

I think I'm just tired.

I am looking forward to creating something again.

But for now, I will rest.

To everything there is a season and a time for every purpose under heaven. 
Ecclesiastes 3

Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and there was no longer any sea.
I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband. 
3 And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Look! God’s dwelling place is now among the people, and he will dwell with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. 
‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”
5 He who was seated on the throne said, “I am making everything new!”
Revelation 21

1 comment:

  1. Oh, love. I'm so very sorry. So much love for you right now, from my little corner to yours. Take all the time you need.