I’m finding that knitting is therapeutic for this grieving mom. Following the death of a young friend, I need time to myself to contemplate the big, eternal questions and to remind myself that we have a loving God who grieves alongside us. Knitting allows me a place to do just that.
The repetitive, mindless, motions and the soft clicking of the needles are, for me, meditative. My mind and heart go to the places they need to go. In the meantime, I’m creating something for a loved one, and visible progress comes quickly.
I come away with deep, soul-searching sighs, but also with a measure of peace. With a visitation, a memorial, and a funeral ahead of us in the next three days, I need that peace.