day sixteen

as i attempt to crochet a mitten for what looks like a mutant hand i imagine how
our heavenly father has woven each and every one of us. and how perfect the product is every time. he carefully contemplates the perfect colors of yarn to purl together praying a special word into each simple stitch. every stitch illustrates our character, passions, successes, weaknesses, hungers and loves. GOD's hands gently pulls the yarn over and through and shapes us in his image. i don't live up to his image everyday but as i look into the mirror each morning at those tired achy eyes i believe that what i see is what GOD desired me to be.