Sunday, December 24, 2006
Of all the beautiful knitting that could be done, it's the elemental that shines.
A plain tube with an opening for the thumb to warm my son.
They weren't hard to make, nor did they take much time. I didn't look elegant as I knit them, and I didn't feel clever, but my love is often like that.
The love I receive is often like that.
I am much too intense. I am ususally five steps ahead of the moment, searching and questioning everything at face value. This makes me a trial, I think, to those around me.
But I was so blessed to think about love as I made these simple objects for Joel. He doesn't require too much else from me these days. Or maybe what he needs is so far beyond me, I don't even imagine to be the one to fulfill it. But I finished the hand warmers in time for Christmas morning.
I can't provide much for those I love; the ones I have been given to love. But it turns out that what I can do is really a gift they give me.
And it's so simple.