Read Psalm 139
Hand-made
I am always fascinated when I watch someone knit, crochet or make lace. I think it’s amazing that they can push and pull those needles and form loops and twirls that eventually turn into something beautiful, useful or decorative. I don’t know how they can read a pattern and figure out what to do. It’s beyond my comprehension.
It has always amused me that the term “hand-made” had a negative connotation for some time. As if some impersonal machine had a heart and better intentions in its motorized production of the article you were about to purchase! How could a machine possibly have the intellect and loving thoughts that the person who made the doily in my picture did? How would a machine know (unless it was programmed to know) that the lighter green blends so smoothly with the darker green and that the flower would look so pleasant with varied shades of magenta, rose and pink?
It seems to me that something handmade is of higher value and finer quality than something mass-produced. It seems to me that when there is a Designer, a Craftsman, that those hand-made items reflect the one who made them and their importance to that person. Each stitch, each loop, each crossing of yarn or thread, speaks of care, of thought, of time invested and of art. If I can see this in the craftsmanship of lace or mittens, why not in the way I am made as well? Am I not in some ways as complex and intricate as a lace doily shaped like a flower? Am I not more than merely a conglomeration of atoms and cells held together by flesh and bones? I do believe that Someone designed this pattern of the human body with its complicated and interconnected systems and the organs that keep me functioning day to day. Yes, I do believe that I am as fearfully and wonderfully made as the vintage heirloom doily that graces the end table in my living room.
Dear Lord, Help me to recognize that in Your eyes I am a valuable heirloom, created by You! Let my life be a tribute to the One who made me. And let my life draw others to You as we are drawn to the beauty of hand-made things. Amen
Ann LeFevre
February 25, 2012Read Psalm 139Hand-madeI am always fascinated when I watch someone knit, crochet or make lace. I think it’s amazing that they can push and pull those needles and form loops and twirls that eventually turn into something beautiful, useful or decorative. I don’t know how they can read a pattern and figure out what to do. It’s beyond my comprehension.It has always amused me that the term “hand-made” had a negative connotation for some time. As if some impersonal machine had a heart and better intentions in its motorized production of the article you were about to purchase! How could a machine possibly have the intellect and loving thoughts that the person who made the doily in my picture did? How would a machine know (unless it was programmed to know) that the lighter green blends so smoothly with the darker green and that the flower would look so pleasant with varied shades of magenta, rose and pink?It seems to me that something handmade is of higher value and finer quality than something mass-produced. It seems to me that when there is a Designer, a Craftsman, that those hand-made items reflect the one who made them and their importance to that person. Each stitch, each loop, each crossing of yarn or thread, speaks of care, of thought, of time invested and of art. If I can see this in the craftsmanship of lace or mittens, why not in the way I am made as well? Am I not in some ways as complex and intricate as a lace doily shaped like a flower? Am I not more than merely a conglomeration of atoms and cells held together by flesh and bones? I do believe that Someone designed this pattern of the human body with its complicated and interconnected systems and the organs that keep me functioning day to day. Yes, I do believe that I am as fearfully and wonderfully made as the vintage heirloom doily that graces the end table in my living room.Dear Lord, Help me to recognize that in Your eyes I am a valuable heirloom, created by You! Let my life be a tribute to the One who made me. And let my life draw others to You as we are drawn to the beauty of hand-made things. AmenAnn LeFevre
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