There is something deeply comforting in the act of knitting. Having something to do with my hands as we wait. The rhythmic click of the needles. The movement of the yarn in my fingers. The emerging pattern. Somehow this process comforts me.
This morning, I finished half a dishcloth while waiting for the Man to do his nuclear stress test. While waiting for test results, I started another and am already half done with it. By the time the results come, I could possibly be done with it.
I'm so glad Patty taught me how to knit. It was so much more than a simple birthday gift of yarn, a book and her time.
...may there be mercy and comfort as we wait for answers.