One stitch at a time...

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I just knit 126 knots.
Can you tell?

No?
Me either...

The 126 stitches I have added equal two rows of a project, that when complete will have approximately 260 rows. At 63 stitches per row that would be, wait let me get my calculator... 16,380 knots (give or take a few hundred) I just completed .7 percent of the finished project...
No wonder the 126 I've just added don't make any discernible difference!!

Do you ever feel like that too? Like all you're doing, no matter how diligent you are being, just isn't adding up to much?

I think about the repetitive tasks that consume most days; preparing meals that take ten minutes to consume but that take all that planning and shopping and preparation and then, a mere four or five hours later, everyone is hungry again! How many times have I washed this particular t-shirt, or vacuumed this floor, or hung up this coat yet again? How many pencils have I sharpened and homework papers have I gone over with my children? How many times do you find yourself doing the same things you've done for the past ten years or longer? Over and over and over....

How many times have I made a phone call or listened, sent an email, or written a note? How many times have I said, "How are you?" or "Tell me about it" or, "I love you"?

How often have I opened the Bible and sought encouragement and instruction for that day? How many times have my prayers ascended to heaven?

But you already know where I am going with this don't you?

It is these small things that we do repetitively, or shall I say consistently, that do add up and make a difference.

Because I keep shopping and cleaning etc., everyone has what they need to function in the things they do.

Because I say "how are you?" I have these amazing, affirming relationships and am blessed by being able to share in the lives of others.

And, most importantly for me, because I regularly seek the face of my God, I recognize His hand in my life and am familiar with His voice (John 10) and I am aware that He is continually with me: even as I am going about doing all those same things I have done a million times before!

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Anonymous said…
I loved your thoughts on this subject, Becky. We all have those days when we wonder if what we are doing is important - because we've done them a zilion times before. Or at least it feels like it. Thank you for putting things in perspective! Love ya, Barb
April 29, 2008 at 6:09 PM
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