I watched my mother's hands for what seemed like hours. After failing so much, I didn't want to try again. She left me for a minute and told me to practice.
I was afraid. I didn't want to fail again. She had expressed her faith in me. I could do it. I took a step of faith, and gave it one more try. This time after patiently watching her for so long, I got it.
Something clicked and it was no longer a mess of string, going every direction. It had order and made sense. It had purpose and transformed into beauty.
I was crocheting. I learned how.
Many times our lives feel confusing and chaotic. They don't make sense and they are too hard. We want to quit and give up.
But... if we keep our eyes on the Master, patiently watching and waiting, it might start to make sense. Where we see disorder and pain too difficult to bear, God sees purpose and a plan.
He has a beautiful, intricate design for our lives. We can't give up before the beauty emerges. We must patiently pursue. One day it will click, and we will see our lives as a masterful work of art.
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