So God knitted me together, huh? Interesting…
Don’t misunderstand me. I don’t believe that I’m a walking ball of fairy tale yarn. I understand the symbolism here. But it’s exactly that – the symbolism – that gripped me!
Psalm 139:13 “For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.”
Three things that I know about myself and knitting:
1) I’ll never be able to knit the same thing twice. Thread for thread, no two projects are identical. Even if I purchase the same color and brand of yarn, even if I follow the exact same pattern, upon scrutinizing both knitted pieces, you can’t deny that they aren’t identical. That makes them different. And different equals special.
So if God knitted me together in my mother’s womb, that must mean that nobody else has ever been knitted together in the exact same way, with the exact same personality, gifts, features, passions… I’m the only me that there was, is or ever will be.
2) If I don’t love it, I don’t knit it. Countless projects have been cast aside for more enticing projects. Then some of those enticing projects have been cast aside out of sheer restlessness. Ya know, if my heart isn’t in it, it’ll never get done. But the projects that I’ve loved before they’ve ever even begun.?. Well, my love for the vision of their completion fuels my little fingers to keep on.
So if God knitted me together in my mother’s womb, that must mean that He loved me before I was created. ‘Cause if he didn’t love me, He never would have designed and finished me in the first place. He would have moved onto a more lovely project…
3) Every project I’ve ever knit has had a purpose. Take an ordinary sock. It’s clearly designed with intention: a sock warms a foot. But if a sock wanted to be a hat and warm the head? Well, that’d be a pretty sad picture, wouldn’t it? Or if a hat wanted to be a scarf? Hmm, I don’t think Mr. Hat would be so successful in that. I’ve never personally knit together even the most basic project without knowing what sort of purpose it would fulfill. Sure, I might not know who the recipient of said project will be; but I do know what the function of the piece is.
So if God knitted me together in my mother’s womb, that must mean that He’s knitted me together with certain gifts, talents and abilities to fulfill specific purposes. So all that time and effort that I spend envying the differences in others would probably be better spent appreciating that a loving God crafted me with skill and intention. I might not be the best at being somebody else; but if I pay attention, I could be the best at being me and living up to my design.
So there I was, reeling and identifying with Psalm 139:13. Over and over I kept bouncing back and forth between my three conclusions.
And I have purposes that are unique to me.
Afraid that my scattered brain would lose all of this information the second that a butterfly flew by, I began scheming a way to etch this into my skin, er, memory to recall for years to come.
To be continued…