It’s the first of February, the last day of the work week. I realize I haven’t put up a regular old blog post in a couple of weeks and wanted to say a few words here. January was quiet and simple for us, with a lot of sickness and thus we hunkered down at home. With February comes some relief and hope that we will be out and about as normal soon.
I haven’t been taking many photos at home with my camera as I usually do, maybe feeling a bit uninspired and blue. I’m sure it has to do with being sick and feeling incredibly worn out. It’s taken every bit of energy just to keep school going for the children while I’ve been sick and wanting just to lie down in bed. I’ve also been deeply saddened by things happening in the world around me that make me feel quite helpless: for one, the passing of the legislature in NY last week for full-term abortions and even post-delivery “abortions”, which hit me like a punch to the stomach. I have felt nauseous over it whenever it comes to mind. I honestly have no words to say other than I’m deeply grieved and I’m praying about ways to take action.
A newborn baby I was praying for passed away last week. A woman battling cancer dances weary at the possible end of her fight and I can’t sleep, up praying for her, a woman I’ve never met but yet feel so burdened to pray for.
Also, those in the knitting community are well aware of the deeply divisive conversation/debate that has been happening regarding racism. Though I am not anyone with a voice in the knitting industry, I’ve been reading along, at times very angry, other times anxious and always quite sad. I have been surprised at how much it has affected me. I think we can do better than this as a community, we can show more grace, understanding, and kindness. Then I look around at my own children who squabble and hurt one another often throughout the day, and I understand. If we can hardly get along with those we love the most, our very own flesh and blood, how much harder is it to get along with those who seem so different from us? How much harder to be kind to those whose beliefs we disagree with? I find myself constantly instructing my children throughout the day to love one another, “be kind, be kind be kind,” to esteem one another more highly than the object their fighting over. I weary from repeating it, yet the reminder is always needed. Left to ourselves, this is humanity. Even tightly-knit families have rifts and disagreements. Maybe especially tightly-knit families. We need to remember that peace with one another is to be treasured above being right, and is a goal worth sacrificing our own thrones and soapboxes for. Does that mean we sacrifice truth and the fight for what is right and just? Absolutely not. But I do think we can stand for what we believe in and for a better world/more equality while treating our fellow man with dignity and respect, and not adding injury to insult.
Sometimes the brokenness of the world sits on us like lead. It sits so heavy. At times if I’m honest, I want to shield myself from all the hurt and ugliness, maybe even from my own complicity. My hands are full of dishes, wiping snotty noses, throwing in the next load of laundry, pulling together the next meal, nursing the baby, teaching the next school lesson. I am hidden away in my home raising little people — what can I possibly do? I am reminded: I can pray. We can pray — with the confidence that our prayers mixed with faith are able to move mountains. Things that seems impossible, fixed, overwhelming, insurmountable — God is able to level them. Conversely, when we feel like the very ground beneath our feet is shifting and the world around us rages, we can turn to God, our refuge + strength, a very present help in trouble who tells us not to fear even when the earth gives way and the mountains fall into the sea (Ps. 46). He makes wars cease, He breaks the bow, shatters the spear and burns the war chariots with fire (Ps. 46:9). We are destined for a kingdom where peace will reign.
And then the familiar and eternally comforting words of Romans 8:
“For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us. For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of him who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be set free from its bondage to corruption and obtain the freedom of the glory of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now. And not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.
Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words. And he who searches hearts knows what is the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints according to the will of God.” (Romans 8:18-27)
He is interceding for us continually, He is working while we sleep, working in spite of and even though our weakness. Let us take heart and trust Him to move the mountains while we sow the small seeds of hope and faith in prayer. And if we have opportunity to take great steps, then by all means, let us take them!
How has January been for you? Whoever you are reading along here today, I hope you know you are welcomed in this space. Thank you for reading my rambling thoughts, however imperfect they may be.