Happy Thanksgiving Day! Have you been counting your blessings today or just eating way too much pumpkin pie? Teehee. I started counting my blessings and the usual nice things came to mind. My health is good. My family is fine. My basic needs are being met in sufficient ways. Hooray! I am a blessed daughter of God. But honestly, I take much of it for granted. Sigh. So on this holiday of thanks, I paused and looked for something I’d probably forgotten to say thank you for.
This November I am grateful I have a hobby. My all-consuming passion is knitting. I knit every day. I work part time in a knit shop. I even write about knitting. It’s my “thing”. It is creative work I love to do. Knitting fulfills me in a way little else can. The colors of yarn, the feel of silk and cashmere fibers, the multitude of patterns, the endless list of people I want to knit for, it all makes me very happy.
Then there is the knitting community. So many lovely folks enjoy this same hobby. I meet them while working in the shop each week. I help customers with their projects, picking out yarns, troubleshooting mistakes and admiring the finished garments. I also go to a knit circle every Saturday afternoon. I get to play with my knit peeps. We invade our local Starbucks. There we sit for two hours chatting and knitting. We share our projects and our lives. Every week I watch the progress of their knitting and they see mine, but we also check in with each other. So we cheer news about vacation plans and job changes, and we support one another through hard moves and painful losses.
Knitting also offers me time alone. In the morning quiet or late afternoon I can grab my needles for a few rows. The stress of the day melts, I become settled and calm. The needles clicking and the stitches slipping back and forth, it’s soothing. I have plenty of time alone to enjoy it. And knitting time opens up the freedom to reflect.
If knitting is this important to me and I get this much pleasure from it, it has to be a gift. Not just the wooly gifts I make for others, but the very activity itself. Knitting, a gift to me. When God was handing out blessings we each got our own unique collections of goodies.
Looking around my virtual Thanksgiving table I see all kinds of gifts in my family. Hobbies abound. I happen to love knitting but I can’t sew on a machine at all. My sister is a whiz with her sewing machine, but doesn’t want to touch knitting needles. My brother is a baker. My father-in-law is a glass artist. My brother-in-law is a banjo-playing, blue grass musician. My husband collects and designs wooden trick puzzles. My cousin is a photographer. My mom is a beader. My aunt is a reader. Each one of us has a hobby we love. These hobbies offer each of us more than just a way to pass the time. We find a community of others who enjoy our passion. We find creative outlets to express who we are. None of us is making any money at these pursuits. Nor are we turning them into businesses. We just enjoy our “thing”.
What a joy to know we have a God who is concerned with all the aspects of our lives. Yes he cares about our basic needs to be safe, clothed, fed, and sheltered. But he loves us so much he wants us to find joy too. He’s given us time and activities for fun and creativity, just to see us smile and play.
What fun things has God put in your life? My thank you this Thanksgiving is for the blessing of my knitting hobby.