Mothers, Wombs, Knitting and God

As lovely as our weather is... Fall is definitely in the air! The shadows are growing longer as the days are growing shorter - and in the midst of it all - my knitting basket is looking more and more appealing!

I try and make a new little blanket for each new baby that comes into our family and as my cousin's daughter will soon be having her second child, I have already begun to crochet a sweet little pattern.

I always enjoy praying for the baby while I knit or crochet, giving thanks for life, and for Life in His Name. For being born, and for being Born Again.

I enjoy the softness of the wool and the warmth that it provides me as it grows larger and sits upon my lap in the cooler evenings. I think about how soon it will have the sweet scent of a new little one woven into its fibres and how it will naturally drape and fold around tiny little hands and feet and that cute little bottom!

And I quite often think of how God Himself enjoys 'Knitting'. In Psalm 139 we see that He Himself formed our inward parts; and that He Himself wove us - knit us - in our mother's womb.

Mothers, wombs, knitting, and God. It just seems right somehow that my little knitting basket would beckon me this afternoon... that I would take pause in my day and think upon these things.