She Knitted Me
By Dasah’s Blankie
I began to be woven by my creater not long ago.
At first I thought I’d be a headband to keep someone’s hair from falling across their face.
And then I grew and thought,
“Now surely I must be a scarf”
to keep someone’s head and neck and ears all warm and snug.
But my creator told me, “No, I have far greater plans for you. You will be a blanket to wrap my daughter the moment she is born.”
“A BABY blanket!”
I could hardly believe the words she spoke.
I had heard of these blankets that little babies cuddled in from the moment they were born.
They became a favorite possession, cried over, chewed on, worn, loved, never forgotten and cherished by their owner.
A roll of yarn could only dream of becoming such a prized gift!
And here I was learning that this was to be the journey I would take.
What joy filled my little threads!
But before I could start dreaming of when this little girl would cry in bed because she wanted her blankie, or binkie or booboo or whatever name she gave me; or when her heart would calm, cuddled inside of me while her mommy held us both, my creator smiled with tears in her eyes and said,
“That may not be your path.”
I was filled with disappointment as I cried and said, “What do you mean? How? Why?”
My little threads crushed to the core.
She responded softly to my sadness,
“For this little girl may only need your covering but for a moment and then she will be fully covered by her creator.”
I didn’t understand.
And something inside of me thought,
“What a tragedy, for my creator to spend so much time and energy making me a blankie for her little girl, to only serve my purpose but for a moment. What a silly thing to do!”
In the midst of my fresh disappointment all I could do was watch and wait for what would become of me.
And so I watched as my creator knit me.
I watched as she cried tears over my threads, thinking of this little ball of cotton covering her great gift.
I watched as she unraveled me when the stitch wasn’t quite right.
I watched her pray over so many stitches for this little girl of hers.
And I watched her love
as she knitted me.
She spent hours, I lost count of how many,
Stayed up far later then any woman expecting a little baby should stay up
(in my opinion)
to create me for her little girl.
And just as I thought of how much love was poured into knitting me for this little girl, I started to think of how my creator had said that this little girl may soon be with her creator.
It made me think of this creator of hers.
I’ve heard a little baby gets created in her mommy’s tummy for even longer then I have… 9 months! But, she was only going to be here for a short amount of time.
And, well, that seemed silly to me too.
But then I thought of my own creator’s love and tears poured into making me…
And I’m just a thing.
And this little girl is a real live person!
Hmmm…
So, if my creator thinks that it is worth it to create me, a prized blankie for her little girl that won’t live the life I’d hoped for…
Then I bet this little girl’s creator thinks she’s worth it to create her to live on this earth for such a short time too.
He must really love her to spend so much time creating her.
It was then that I remembered something else my creator had told me.
She said, “Some mommies only cover and carry these special babies in their tummies for a few weeks or months and then they go back to their creator.”
This had made me sad at first.
But when I thought of their creator it filled my heart with hope and joy for even those little babies must be so valuable, so beautifully made and loved to be created at all!
I began to thoughtfully piece all of these things together.
And it hit me…
If my creator
Could trust her creator, the creator of her little girl with what he’s created them for…
well…
Then I guess I can trust my creator with what she is making me for.
I may not be this little girl’s favorite blankie to grow up with
(though I sure do hope I am)
but my creator said that I would be her most cherished gift because she created me with love to be the one to cover her most precious gift first.
I guess the joy of my creator in simply creating me can be my joy too.
So when the time came to wrap that little girl in my cotton threads, I proudly kept her warm, felt her wiggles and kicks and again watched.
I watched as her mommy and daddy oooed and awed at her and told her with pride that I was made just for her.
I watched as her family and friends giggled and squealed at the little bubbles she made that got me a little wet.
I watched as they smiled and sang loudly “happy birthday” as this little girl, much to my surprise, slept soundly cuddled inside of me.
And I watched as they loved.
And it was then that I knew, that I was lucky to be chosen for this very special purpose indeed.
So when my purpose was fulfilled and this little girl rested in her creators arms,
I rested in mine as tears rolled down her cheeks and she held me tight.
What pride and love was in her heart that she had chosen to knit me.
And it was then that she leaned over and whispered to me,
“I wonder what my little girl’s creator is thinking, what love must be on his face as he holds her tight for
did you know, little blankie, that
he knitted her?”
The Story Behind “She Knitted Me”
For my first daughter, Sophie I had learned how to knit a hat (thank you youtube videos) and made a hat for her. So, I knew that I wanted to make something special for Dasah. Only I couldn’t remember how to make a hat and didn’t want to try to re-learn it (I also never like doing the same thing twice!). So, I thought… a blanket seems less complicated to learn and it would be fun to make something different for her. Without thinking how long a blanket would take to make I had the brillant idea a week and a half before Dasah was born to make one. Even though the stitches weren’t complicated, I quickly realized that I had plunged into a project that might have been a little larger then I anticipated. So, as I started to make the blanket, I had lots of time to think and think… and pray… and think. The time I spent making this blanket and thinking of the first thing that covers her being a blanket I made for her were the sweetest moments with Dasah and with the Lord.
So as I made this blanket I spent a lot of time thinking of Psalm 139: 13-14;
“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.”
Little did I know that God was going to use Dasah’s blankie to give me a sweeter picture of his love and understanding that one day we will know the fullness of our creators plan for our lives… and that his plan and purpose truly has been knit and woven into our lives with astounding love.
3 days before Dasah was born, I wrote the majority of this only to finish it a few days ago. I hope it gives you a sweeter picture of his astounding love for you.
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