A ball of yarn can be different things to different people. To a cat, it’s a toy. To a gift wrapper, it’s the colourful way to tie up a present. To a kindergarten art teacher, it can be used to hang children’s artworks on – like a clothesline. To a doll maker, it can be used to make hair for a little plush girl.
But put this ball in the hands of a knitter or a crocheter, and it can become a masterpiece. Like a beret, a sweater, a bag, a headscarf, a plush doll/monster/elephant/animal of choice/alien. Socks. A scarf. A dress. A cardigan. A sculpture hanging from ceilings. A wall adornment. This list doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of possibilities.
A ball of yarn in the hands of a knitter is never just a ball of yarn. It is transformed by the love, the intention, and the plans a knitter has for this ball. S/he sees this ball as special and set apart for something more than just existing in a box of supplies. In her inmost being, a knitter will give this yarn a purpose – that it may give joy and pleasure to oneself and others.
As I drew today’s sketch, I thought about these words: knit, make, weave. Those very words are in Psalm 139: 13-15. I may have shared this verse in the past, but bear with me. When words jump out at me with such vivacity, I can’t help but share them again: For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
I like to think that each and every project I draw, write, knit, craft and sew are fearfully and wonderfully made in my own secret place of love and imagination. But it awes me to think about how I am not just a ball of yarn in the hands of my Creator, that I have been crafted, knit together, joined and linked together with His love, intention, purpose and grand design.
You and I aren’t just balls of yarn. Think about it.