Another Day

Another day. An early morning! I have awakened at 4am the last two mornings for no apparent reason. It's nice to have the alone time. But I will need a nap so I can go to knitting tonight! I love my knitting groups. I love knitting. Making one stitch after another, one loop and twist, one increase, one decrease. Knitting is a lot like life. Sometimes I look at the pattern and I can't quite envision what the creator had in mind.  Then I start knitting and the pattern starts to form. It is beautiful. Sometimes I have no idea what my Abba Father has in mind when I am in the midst of being knotted, wound tightly around the needle, twisted around the back of the fabric. Then I look back and see the beauty He is working in me.  

I wonder what He is working in my son's life. I think perhaps God will have some frogging to do with him ( "rip it, rip it, rip it") in order to restore him to Himself. My son has the appearance of godliness, but does not live a godly life. He goes to church twice on Sunday, but one would not know from his lifestyle. He takes the wine of communion, then desecrates himself in the bar by getting so drunk he can't walk out. 

I need hope. Hope is "my" word. I am having a difficult time clinging to Hope. In fact I have no Hope that my son will return. I have no Hope that I will ever be able to trust him again. I need Hope....