everyday is a journey.
It is not that I feel less weak,
but Thou
Wilt be my strength;
it is not that I see
Less sin;
but more of pardoning love with Thee,
And all-sufficient grace.
Enough! And now
All fluttering thought is stilled;
I only rest,
And feel that Thou art near,
and know that I am blest.
F. R. HAVERGAL.
I think it's very obvious how much I love to crochet. It wasn't always the case. In fact, even though I learned how to crochet as a child, I didn't pick it up again until the age of 42 years old. I have written about that time of my life on numerous occasions so I won't bore my regular readers.
When I reflect on these past 11 or so years, I find it sad, because I could have spent my youth crocheting as well. Why didn't I use it then? I could have clothed so many more people. How very selfish of me not to do so.
I am often asked why I never went into counseling in regards to my cancer. Well, the answer is very simple. My counseling sessions are right here on a daily basis and all of you are my therapist. I write or journal or whatever you may call it, but you guys are the ones who listen to me rant and rave.
That's how I feel about crocheting, too. It has become a very therapeutic past time for me. I find it very relaxing, especially after a long and difficult week at work. I have dreams of spending my first Winter as a retiree just crocheting all snuggled in my tiny place.
Today, was a great day to crochet and catch up on some YouTube channels that I have been following. It has been raining on and off all day. Both of us have been off from work and we put it to good use. I've been working on a homeless mat hoping to have it finished by the end of the night. Very relaxing day, indeed.
Have a blessed day everyone.
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