Prayer after prayer in between the knits and the purls I was knitting in tears craving for enlightenment.
Every turn of the yarn was for a reason, each needle representing the lessons that needed to be learned.
I was knitting to help me understand and to help me let go. It was her journey after all, not mine. A cowl for my sorrows, another one for forgiveness and lots of scarves I knit for love and patience.
The endless knitting has finally paid off!
She now sees life with a new set of eyes, she sees resolve with her current situation and her future remains bright and hopeful.
She needed to process her inner turmoil and she needed to find the answers herself.
She needed time to mope. She was angry and frustrated.
I took it all in, blow by blow, one by one.
Knitting patiently, praying endlessly, I knit until I was sure that something good would come out of this darkness.
Everything is looking up now and still I knit.
This time for myself and yes… still for my girls.