When I was a kid, my mom tried to teach me how to crochet. I was able to trail long strings of chain stitches from my hook, but I had trouble figuring out what to do from there in order to actually create fabric.
More than 10 years ago, now, when I couldn’t appreciate how blissfully simple my life was, I had the time and money to travel frequently. During one trip our plane out of Chicago was delayed about three times and each time our departure gate was changed, which meant the whole group of 50 or so passengers had to gather our things and head down yet another concourse to meet what we hoped would be our new plane.
After a few hours, I got to talking to an older woman who was crocheting while she waited. I mentioned that I’d learned to make chains as a kid, but never had progressed beyond that. She asked if I’d like to try now and helped me add a few stitches to the potholder she was making. Just a few minutes of instruction and I was hooked (no pun intended). When I arrived at my destination, I went out and bought a skein of yarn and a book of basic crochet instructions. I’ve been crocheting ever since.
For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do. (Ephesians 2:10, NIV)
As I have become a more experienced crocheter, I find I tend more toward utilitarian than decorative crochet, making hats, toys, bags, and so forth, rather than doilies or pillow shams. Several years back, I joined Ravelry, an online community of knitters, crocheters, and other fiber enthusiasts. There crafters can share photos and notes with one another, showing off the patterns and projects we’ve created. When I read this verse, I could just imagine that God would post photos of each of us–His creations–to show everyone how proud He is of His handiwork.
You created me, and You are still refining the shape of me. Sometimes, I feel like I was just an accident or merely the result of physical interaction on the part of my parents, but You have always had plans for me. I was not simply a project to use up some extra bits and pieces in Your stash.
Thank You for taking the time and effort to make an individual me–not quite like anybody else. And thanks for continuing to work on me, to mold me and allow me to grow into the woman you created me to be.
Please help me to remember that You have always had a purpose in making me, and You still are leading me forward to fulfill it.