I have worries tonight about a family friend. I am numb with fear and worry for her. If I didn’t have a hook and yarn to grab, I probably would be a real mess. As it is, the routine of following a pattern, stitch by stitch, row by row, soothes me enough so that I can get through the moments and hours while I wait for this to resolve itself.
I realize that everyone has their own way of dealing with times like these. Some shop. Some drink. Some run. Some eat. Well, I do eat, too, I confess. But that does not calm me as well as crocheting does.
I am grateful, Dear God, for this crafting skill you have led me to learn, so that I can be productive at times like these.
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