My Mom loved to knit and crochet. She would take yarn and weave it into afghans, sweaters or slippers. Potholders were popular or toilet paper covers. I loved the little magnets in the shape of butterflies or oreo cookies. The finer thread was turned into beautiful doilies. At 16 she crocheted a lace tablecloth and she once made a light house.
Now a skein of yarn is designed to pull freely from the inside out but I remember it wasn't always so. Sometimes things got tangled up and knotted inside and it did not pull easily. I would sit down and help Mom, ever so carefully, sort out the mess, untie the knots and then wind it into a nice ball again.
Today as I was spending time with Jesus, I saw him doing that for me. My tangled, twisted up thinking in a knotted mess, he carefully straightened out and wound into a ball so it could be used to make something beautiful. And I saw butterflies, beautiful butterflies...the kind that Mom used to make.
I don't know what your tangled mess is, but I know that he wants to straighten it out and make it into something beautiful. Like butterflies...
