And I was thinking that sometimes it feels essential for me.
I am entering into a field where progress is often slow,
subtle, and difficult. People’s lives do not fix quickly. Hope is there, light
is there, but it takes time and great effort to find it. So I celebrate the
small victories in people’s lives and continue to hope.
That’s where crafting comes in.
When I want to make
something I have a vision of what it could be, the beauty to be found and then,
right before my very eyes I can make it come to be. There may be small setbacks and frustrations
but by the end of the night I can usually see the product of my hopes and
vision. I accomplish and see the fruits of my labor. I can create something new.
When I often find myself among brokenness and so much darkness it feeds my soul
to create. I can mend torn seams, give new love to old fabrics, and display
beauty in discarded scraps. And it helps me remember the importance of creation,
hope, and vision in working with people’s hurts.
And you know what else? It
reminds me that my God is a crafter. He crafts beauty from ashes, creates joy
where there is mourning, and sews together a garment of praise out of scraps of
despair.
