There is something special about sharing a hobbie with your child. Earlier this week my daughter picked up a pair of knitting needles, raided my yarn stash, pulled up a video on Youtube and taught herself to knit. A little while ago we searched through a box of knitting supplies that was given to me a few years ago.
I’ve been knitting on and off since I was in high school, but I’m still a novice. Crocheting is my usual yarn craft of choice. But, as she read the instructions aloud for knitting a bee stitch, I thought how wonderful it is to share this with her.
These last 2 months of quarantine have not been easy, even though I’m used to staying home and homeschooling my girls. I find myself halfway sick and tired of the constant news about the virus and halfway fascinated with the headlines coming up in my FB feed. I can’t stop scrolling, but scrolling is the one thing I long to stop doing.
When it all first started, I pulled out a pair of knitting needles and yarn and began furiously working on a project. I’m about half finished, and it’s still on the needles. I have no desire to finish that shawl.
Thankfully, my writing has not suffered the same fate. I wrote 3 chapters last week, and I’m part of the way through another one just today, in spite of being awake since 2:00 AM and having a friend over for a visit.
If nothing else comes out of all this for me, at least I have fostered a love of creativity in my kids and myself.
The highlight of my daughter’s new hobbie is when she asked me to teach her to purl, and we sat working on it while sharing peanut M&Ms. Yeah. 🙂 Good stuff.
I wonder if God is like that, just a little when I ask Him to help me write. I mean, if it weren’t for the Lord, I‘d have no inspiration or talent. When I ask, “Lord, how do you do such-and-such?” Does he show me and then sit back and smile and think about how good it is to share this with His child?
It rained so much this week that I joked about calling up Noah and asking to borrow the ark. LOL Today has been warm and sunny, and it made me think of these verses from Song of Solomon chapter 2.
10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Have you ever heard the voice of a turtle? Nah, me either. Do you like figs? I’ve never tasted a fig, unless you count the inside of a Fig Newton. Have you ever smelled grapes while on the vine? I have not. I do hear birds singing outside my windows, and folks are planting flowers all over the place. It may thunderstorm this evening, but winter is definitely passed.
Ok, we were surprised by some snow in the mountains of WV just a couple of days before Mother’s Day, and on May 20 I had to turn on some heat and cover up with a blankket, so I can’t promise we won’t see unseasonable weather. But, according to the above verses, the Lord is calling us to come away with Him and experience the springtime.
Verse 14 of that chapter says, “O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
We hear a lot every day from a lot of people. What I long to hear, though is His voice. When I get alone with the Lord, read His word and talk to Him, He whispers sweet peace to me, and oh, His voice is sweet.
Troubling times are here, but we can trust in God and His word. How comely, or rather how beautiful He is.
Blessings to you all this spring. May you discover the unsearchable riches of His love today.