I've been knitting for years now--since well before Audrey was born. Even though my mom knits, I learned from women at work back in my days as a publicist-turned copywriter-turned editor at NavPress.
Every Thursday, a group of women met in the conference room over lunch to chat and knit. I'd walk by and saw something I wanted to be a part of. So they graciously invited me in and taught me to knit--dishcloths and baby hats to begin. I loved Craft Lady Lunch Day. Thank you, June and Helen!
Anyway, in all my years of knitting, I don't remember ever really blocking something. Until this past weekend.
Blocking is a process to shape what you've knit. First, you soak your project in warm water for a half-hour or so, then you gently wring it out, then you roll it up in a towel, then you pin it down and let it dry.
I've been knitting a lacy project (yep, the one where the needle broke and I had to start again--from scratch) and though it was pretty, it needed blocking.
On its own, it was twisted and curled and the pattern that I worked wasn't really visible (K2, *SSK, 2YO, K2TOG, K2TOG, K3, YO, *repeat). To see the lovely lacework, I had to hold it up, stretch it, pull it. And as soon as I let go, it curled right back again and the pattern was impossible to see.
It needed to be blocked to showcase what it was created to be.
And it got me thinking.
Sometimes we go through seasons of blocking. We get wound up too tight, twisted around, curled in on ourselves and the pattern we're meant to reflect isn't at all visible--to us or to others.
And so God blocks us.
It may feel like we're drowning a while--heavy and soaked with tears.
Wrung out--twisted and stretched.
Wrapped up and unable to move, stifled and scarcely able to breathe.
Laid flat and pinned to the ground, held in place and still unable to move freely.
In due time, at just the right time, when the work is done and we get up, we find that we've been given a new shape--one that moves freely and easily and shows off the pattern to its best advantage. We find that instead of twisted and turned and having to be pulled and prodded into shape, we actually look like the picture.
[Imagine a picture here--it's dark this morning and I never got the picture taken yesterday when it was light. I'll do my best to come put a picture up later today--after the sun comes up!]