by Jamie Clegg  2010
   As of late I've been overwhelmed with the awesomeness of the task and  responsibility of raising my children.  For certain there are so many  things that I need to do differently, experiment with what works best,  or totally drop. As an only child there are no references from my  childhood dealing with sibling issues, and particular character issues  (as I was always on the receiving end and not the teaching). So my only  references must come from resources around me, particularly books on  Christian parenting. And in that area I feel as I am one who learns but  never comes to knowledge. I feel like I am standing at a great chasm  with a book that tells me that I can fill it up, if I use the right  tools. But the book doesn't list what tools those are.  
  But today as I was putting my girls down for a nap with my busywork  knitting in front of me, it was like God sent me a note on my  needles.  
  Busywork knitting is something to occupy my time, while I can still be  productive without putting much thought into it.  Its great for letting  the wheels in my head spin around the issues I'm dealing with. For the  last while its been a pattern for leprosy bandages. Essentially home  made ace bandages with thin crochet cotton on tiny needles. Only twenty  six stitches wide and knit every row. At aprox. 18 rows per inch, Ive  managed almost 2 1/2 feet.  
  While knitting away and thinking about the task of child raising "How  do I teach them what they need to know? How can I be that example?" ,  the verse "line upon line precept upon precept" popped up on my  needles.  
  At first thought that verse is a pretty common "well duh" kind of  verse that I've seen in Child rearing books often. But when put in  context of my knitting it pretty much punched me in the face. ( I told  God to be clear about the answer now didn't I?)  
  I am the knitter- Gods chief means of building the character of this  child. The needles are the tools God uses to shape us, the thread is His  precepts and guidelines. Each stitch is each day. God is the pattern  I'm following.  
  At first when the piece is begun it seems tedious, as there is not  much to show, and so far to go before there is even a recognizable  resemblance to the pattern. The stitches are small and each one  dependent on the one behind and underneath it. And yet if there is any  hope for reaching the conclusion there must be a start made. After that  consistency is key. If I lay my work aside and forget about it nothing  happens, it never grows into the pattern as planned. If I leave it on  the needles too long, after continuing again, there will be evidence  that the work had been stagnant and create a blemish on the fabric. If I  am haphazard about what circumstances I leave my knitting sitting  around, the influences around it may very well unravel my work (ever  have children pull the needles out?), This can cause serious damage  indeed, and happen frequently if you are not vigilant. If I am not  careful to give an account of my work on a regular basis, attention to  details slip and I am now knitting with one less stitch than I had been  previously. Closer inspection reveals a dropped stitch, that depending  on the strength of the surrounding circumstances, can cause a run,  ripping through the foundations I have so carefully put on before.  
  What to do? Do I stop and give up? Do I get mad and throw the whole  stupid business in the frog pond? Do I carefully frog back and begin  with a new set of rows? Or do I employ and plead the tool of the crochet  hook (God's Holy Spirit) to fix each marred stitch? Ask a lace knitter  with a run in a circle shawl 5 rows back which is easier!  
  And when I am finally done with the piece and I have built upon the  foundations, and I am satisfied that it matches what the pattern  intended, what then do I see? This bandage seems fit for the purpose  which the pattern intended, but I notice that over the long time I've  been knitting and building that the thread, which, when once on the ball  was a beautiful and resilient  white, is now less than glorious. Many  outside influences have left their mark on this piece that must be  addressed before it can be used to heal the wounds which the world  makes. It must be washed and bleached and tried in order to be of any  use. This process can make a knitter quite nervous. Will there be  shrinkage? Will it unravel. Will the process reveal any hidden flaws  from inattention? Will it be deemed worthy of using? One would see the  importance of the duty and responsibility a parent takes on. May God  help us as parents!  
  So much of this lesson sprang into my mind at a moments notice. So now  I know. God has been faithful to show me. May I be faithful to follow  The Pattern, and keep moving along, one stitch, one row, one inch at a  time, till in the end God's likeness is embedded in my child. 
--Jamie