“Be still, and know that I am God! I am exalted among the nations, I am exalted in the earth.” – Psalm 46:10
We human beings tend divide ourselves into groups and categories. Liberal or conservative. Lutheran or Baptist. Red or blue. Apple or Android. Knitters do the same thing. Some knitters are product knitters while others are process knitters.
Product knitters are motivated to knit for the beautiful, custom made sweaters, scarves, shawls, and hats that come off their needles. Process knitters knit to feel the yarn flow through their fingers and for the way the rhythm of stitch after stitch can be a soothing form of meditation for them.
I am a process knitter. The end product matters to me, but not nearly as much as the process of knitting itself. Already this year I have made well over 250 washcloths, because what matters to me the most are the soothing rhythm of the stitches, the feel of the yarn in my hands, the time it gives me to think, the ability to play with color, and the way knitting slows me down and quiets my mind and soul. I often read and pray while knitting and write sermons with my knitting close by.
The process of knitting has proven to be endlessly entertaining and delightful to me. I have been knitting daily for over twenty years and still find it fascinating.
When I am knitting I am more present in the moment. I am more focused. I am better able to listen. I know I am far more patient. I am kinder and even perhaps more gracious. Knitting makes me a better person.
I am a proud, committed fiber freak, but today even I had my socks knocked off by some fiber artists’ patience and dedication to their art.
Today when we were touring Casa de los Venados (House of the Deer) which is a private home in Valladolid with a stunning collection of Mexican folk art, I was not surprisingly – knitting during our tour.
It was our second tour of the week and my fifth tour since Jason introduced me to the collection on our last trip. There are over 3,000 pieces in the collection and each time we go back I notice something new that delights and intrigues me.
Today our tour guide David picked up a beautiful pillow off of the couch and asked me with a mischievous grin on his face – “How long do you think this took to make?”
Seeing David’s grin – and knowing that we were in a house full of folk art – I guessed 60 hours.
“No,” David replied, “it took the weaver seven months.”
Imagine spending seven months of your life weaving a piece of cloth about twenty-two inches by twenty-two inches.
Imagine the focus that would take. Imagine the dedication. Imagine the patience. Imagine the lessons you would learn about yourself. Imagine the time you would have to pray and listen for God’s response.
When was the last time you set aside some time in your life to pray and to listen for God’s response?
When was the last time you chose an activity that allowed you the time and freedom to be still and to know that the Lord God almighty is your God?