When I was a little girl I had a picture of a rabbit in my room. Now, this was no ordinary rabbit. My rabbit was special. He was a knitted rabbit who was in the process of knitting himself to completion. His knitted body bore the evidence of constant self-repairs. He had patches of cloth covering up his holes. In several places yarn dangled from his body where he was coming unraveled. It was obvious that no matter how often he tried to fix himself he was losing the battle. In the right hand corner of the picture was its title: “Knit Wit.”
As, a child I simply thought that the picture was cute. Thinking about the picture now I see a reflection of myself. For many years I was constantly knitting away trying to stay ahead of my unraveling life. I was perpetually in “Ms. Fix It” mode. I never asked anyone for help…bound and determined to do everything myself. It didn’t seem to matter that I had tried to fix things before and failed.
When I looked in the mirror, more of my life was unraveling than what was staying together. It didn’t matter if I knitted faster; I was never able to stay ahead of the unraveling. Pretty soon I got tired of knitting – so I gave up. I had no hope for my future. I figured my life was a wreck, so why bother even trying?
Then I had a stroke at 32 years old. My perspective on life took a drastic u-turn. It was then that I realized that I wanted to live. Even if my life was an unraveled mess…I wanted to live!
I invited Jesus into my unraveled life. I watched in amazement as He slowly took all the unraveled parts of my life gently in His hands. He began knitting me together in a new pattern…the pattern He had always intended for my life. My drive to fix myself had blocked me from seeing how He had wanted to fix me. I had been like the rabbit in my childhood picture…a complete “Knit Wit.”
The places where I was unraveled the most was where He began – working His way from the inside out. Praying with a Prayer Minister at the Glennon House was one of the ways that the Lord knit me back together. Through inner healing the patches of cloth I had used to try to put myself back together were removed…allowing Jesus’ true healing to take place in me mind, body, and spirit.
I sometimes still catch myself picking up the knitting needles….thinking I can fix the unraveling. But then I remember only the Lord can stop the unraveling. So, I lay down my knitting needles handing everything over to the One who knit me together in my mother’s womb. (Psalm 139:13)