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Testimony of a KnitPrayer
Created By: Marie Leonard
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Everyone who knows me knows that, in a long string of obsessive hobbies, I am currently an avid knitter. So far, though, only my husband knows the real reason why; now, I’m going to tell you. Please don’t feel bad if you find this next part a little crazy. What matters to me is having you know what I know and having you know that I believe it with all my heart.

My favorite time of day to knit is during the day when the sunlight comes through the window next to my chair. I can see clearly like I can at no other time. The best scenario is this: I have taken the kids to school, seen my husband off to work or wherever he is going that day, and started the dishwasher and the washing machine. In the time it takes for machines to do “my work,” I allow myself to sit in my chair and pick up my knitting because, after all, I’m not completely idle; work is being done and more work waits when that is done. My hands are occupied. This is My Time to Think.

Over the course of the last year, my KnitThink has evolved a lot. For a long time, conversations that ended badly the day before would replay in my head with me, of course, now saying all the things I should have said. Multiple tracks of worries, many voices and lots of “shoulds” and “shouldn’ts” spun ‘round and ‘round. Plans to control things better wove in and around each stitch.

Over time, the rhythm of my knitting began to have a filtering effect on my thoughts; I realized that I was able to think for a long period about just one thing at a time and, often, resolve it right then and there. One continuous strand of yarn moved through my fingers and one continuous thread of thought moved quietly through me. I began to spend that time thinking about the person for whom I was knitting and, soon, to allow my mind to “float” out and touch on people at random who needed my thoughts and prayers. Then, I realized that that was exactly what I was doing. Praying.

It became a ritual of mine to begin these KnitPray sessions by thanking God for the many, many blessings He has given me over my lifetime. I name them as I make stitches. My family. My church. My home. My health. My friends. Then, I let my mind begin to go to others. Some of the people who come to my mind are very surprising to me, still. Of course, my family and friends are always there but, frequently, people I have not thought of in years surface, or people I don’t know very well but who need a good thought. Sometimes I think of people who live in ways I find fault with and I pray for them and for myself not to be judgmental to the point of overlooking the person behind the behavior. I don’t try to control where my mind goes. Without these KnitPray sessions, I might not think about some of these people for long periods of time or at all. I believe they need those prayers and I need to remember these people, no matter how they have touched my life.

On the morning of Monday, October 31 of 2006, I was KnitPraying. It was beautifully sunny and quiet in the house. I began and, maybe twenty minutes into my knitting, I was even more focused than usual and praying steadily for whoever came into my mind. My sister was very present. I worry that she has not yet found a way to be quiet and still enough to recognize peace in her life. I thought how thankful I am that, even through something as trivial as the act of knitting, I have found that peace for myself. I asked God to put something in my sister’s path that would lead her to that quiet place, too, so that she could truly listen. That’s when He spoke to me.

Yes, He did. I don’t just know He did, I believe He did. I knew without one second’s hesitation that it was Him and I will believe it forever.

No trumpets. No angels singing. No bolts of lightening. No voices in the room. Just His voice inside me turning my monologue into a conversation with Him.

He said, “Are you ready to listen?”

I said, “Yes!”

He said, “The love you have for your children is the purest love you know, right?”

I said, “Yes, sir.” (I am a good Southern girl and I was raised right. I did say, “Yes, sir.”)

“What do they do to deserve this love from you?” He asked.

“Absolutely nothing but just be,” I answered.

“And is there anything they can do to make you love them less?”

“Nothing at all. I worry over them and sometimes feel regret for their actions and experience real pain when they have done wrong, but nothing will ever change the fact that I love them,” I said.

“And is there anything you would not forgive them?”

“Of course not.”

“Why not?” He said.

“Because I know what’s in their hearts. I know the goodness that is there, and I live there, too. A piece of me lives in their hearts and always will because I’m their mother and it’s my way of being with them and protecting them.”

He asked, “Do they know this?”

I said, “Probably not in a conscious way, but they do know I love them.”

“Would it comfort them to know you’re always with them?” He asked.

“I believe it would, when they’re ready to understand that,” I said.

“Do you understand that that is exactly how I feel about you?” He asked me. “I am your Father and you are my child and I love you like you love your children. I want for you and from you all the things that you want for and from your children. I know what’s in your heart because I live in your heart just exactly like that. Are you ready to understand that?”

“I am.”

“Are you ready to accept that?”

“I am.”

And that was it. Still, no trumpets or angels or lightening bolts. Just a very warm, very happy feeling blossoming in me. I knitted for a few minutes more and then went to the washing machine and loaded wet clothes into the dryer. No tears, no running into the streets, and no more voices. No doubts. And I felt like someone I have loved my entire life in secret just told me He loved me back. I feel like I will never be alone ever again!

There is hardly an hour that passes without my thinking about that morning and how much it means to me. It was “no big deal,” but it was HUGE. It was quiet, and it filled up my ears and my mind and my heart. It transpired quickly, and it will be with me forever. It was something I had all along, and it is the best gift I’ve ever gotten.

And that’s it. I knit. I pray. I listen. And this time, I heard.

Marie Leonard
Rock Hill, SC

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