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Lifelines

 I am knitting a toy tiger. I am also knitting a sweater vest that is very tedious work. Thus the tiger gives me a break from the hard work of the sweater. Except when I get complacent and think I know the pattern and don’t pay close enough attention. But then, in knitting, you have such a thing as a lifeline. For those non-knitting readers, it is a row of knitting with a piece of scrap yarn in it so that if you need to unravel your work, you have a safety row in place to save your project. I had not placed such a lifeline, thinking it would not be needed. Fortunately for me, I could easily sew one in and then unravel my mistake. Also, I am using a set of broken needles because they still are usable, though not perfect. Why am I telling you this, you ask? 

Well, it got me to thinking, it did. What if life had a point at which we could safely return to and undo mistakes? A point where things were going well and even if we are using broken needles (because aren’t we all broken in some way?), we could undo the big problem and move forward once again.

Confession is kind of like that for your own mess. But what to do when the mess involves more than you? I don’t know the answer yet, but God put the thought in this old bean, so I will ponder and knit and maybe a light bulb will come on. And if it doesn’t, I’ll trust that God’s got it all under control and He will fill me in on the details when the time is right. 





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  1. ElisaMarch 24, 2022 at 7:48 AM

    So lovely to read your blog. I miss the old blogging days and my blogging friends. It's ironic that I have another blog now... all about my baby Peter, just to update all the prayer warriors that are getting us through and remember all the details.

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