It’s Reading Week. Despite the fact that there is still a lot to do, I’ve tried to spend an adequate amount of time resting this week. Simon is my inspiration.
One issue I have with my new crochet hobby has to do with following patterns. One part of me loves that crochet is, in theory, as easily as taking one stitch at a time according to the pattern before you. I told my crochet instructor, Lisa, once that when I look at a tough pattern, I just try to complete one part of the pattern at a time instead of letting myself get overwhelmed with all of the rows and stitches.
In theory, that’s a great idea.
However in reality, sometimes crochet patterns are hard to follow. Sometimes they seem to be written in code I don’t understand. Sometimes the person who wrote the pattern forgets a step or takes it for granted that you’ll know what he/she is talking about.
I have yet to meet a pattern that I was able to just go through step by step without having to ask questions, get further instruction, or spend lots of time on trial and error to figure out what I’m supposed to do. The best thing, I’ve found, is to take my instructions to Lisa so she can help me decode the parts I do not understand and show me how to work the crochet hook through a particularly difficult stitch (and if she can’t, she can watch the Youtube video with me and help me decode from there).
Life is like that, I think. Sure, in theory it seems like a good idea to just take life stitch by stitch, figuring out one situation at a time. In reality, however, sometimes life is confusing and you get stuck at a point you cannot understand or navigate through alone. I’m grateful for my friends, mentors, teachers, and pastors who help me figure out which steps to take next, and I’m grateful that ultimately I can take any mess of yarn and confusing instructions to God in prayer.
I took this photo in the dark lying on my back in bed this morning.
This is Simon our cat (the photo’s been filtered so you can actually see her–again, it was dark).
When I’m sitting on the couch watching TV or when I am looking for a cat a snuggle in the middle of the day, Simon is not interested. She will snuggle with Jason and she’ll sit on his lap any time he’s watching TV or reading or napping in his chair. When he takes a nap, she hops right onto his feet. If it’s light out, she wants Jason, not me.
When I’m asleep, it’s a different story. During the night, she insists on sleeping wherever it would be most comfortable to put my feet. Or I’ll wake up in the middle of the night and she’s lying on my shoulder (I am a side-sleeper). Around 5:30 in the morning she begins Project Alarm Clock by pacing around on my body and putting her face near my face until I wake up. That’s when I took this picture this morning, as she walked around on my chest in an attempt to get me out of bed.
I’ve heard of other cats who bat or bite to wake their people up, so I guess I am grateful Simon hasn’t heard about that.
From the halls of power to the fortress tower,
not a stone will be left on stone.
Let the king beware for your justice tears
ev’ry tyrant from his throne.
The hungry poor shall weep no more,
for the food they can never earn;
There are tables spread, ev’ry mouth be fed,
for the world is about to turn.
My heart shall sing of the day you bring.
Let the fires of your justice burn.
Wipe away all tears, for the dawn draws near,
and the world is about to turn!
(–verse 3 of “The Canticle of the Turning” by Rory Cooney)