Kinky Yarn

Life's like a pile of kinky yarn, I spend my life trying to crochet something beautiful. I try to make up a perfect pattern, but in the end I end up with a pile of kinky yarn and a bunch of knots. The more I try to fix my problems, un-tangle my pile and make something beautiful, all I turn out with is more knots, the more I try the more knotted it is.

The good news is, there is someone who comes along and untangles my little pile of string. There is someone who comes up beside me and sorts out the meaningless mass of knots that I have made. When anyone else would have walked away, when anyone else would have thrown my yarn heap in the trash can, or burned it, for all the trouble it had caused. When I have thrown their hands in the air and admitted that I can’t do it, when I have humbled myself to the point of asking for help, then, and only then does He step in. He knew that I needed help all along, but He waited until I knew, so that I could see how much I truly did need Him.

This is the point at which He picks up my yarn and carefully untangles each knot, when He patiently picks, and pulls at just the right strings to make it unravel again. He doesn’t do it all, by no means, although I would be helpless to do it without Him, He expects me to work on untangling the mess I have made. It doesn’t always come out perfect, There are a few knots that I’ll have to work over, and a few places where He needed to clip the yarn and tie it back together, but that was the effects of my own faults, that is the mess I myself made, and to an extent I need to live with the consequences. But oh! It is so much better than anything I could have done myself!

Once He has redeemed the mess I made, so that it can be used, He gives me a pattern and sends a helper, a teacher to show me how to do it. The pattern tells me everything I need to know to make a perfect project. Rather than the trial and error method I had been using to this point I had complete instructions. The pattern was perfect in every way. There were no typos, or misprints, or incorrect grammar. Sometimes I have trouble reading the pattern, but that is through my own fault, not that of the written word. That is also why he had sent the helper, to help me interpret the words of the pattern so that I could apply it to the project I was working on.

My project will never be perfect, There will always be those knots and strings hanging out from before I asked for help. There will always be the mistakes from when I didn’t understand the pattern correctly, or when I just decided I knew better and didn’t follow the pattern. Therefore it will never turn out exactly like the pattern. It will never be perfect, but because of His grace, because he redeemed the irredeemable mess I made, it will be something. Something useful, and beautiful that will bring Glory to the pattern designer. Something much better than a pile of kinky, tangled yarn.