warning: triggers
I retrieved my shawl and crochet basket from my room and moved to the screened in porch.
As I sat with several others in silence, I began to work on the Danish shawl I am making. I thought about the warmth of the bamboo hook and the yarn gliding through my fingers, and I remembered I was raped with a metal crochet hook, and truth be told, that is why I don’t use metal hooks.
The thought caught me up short. I closed my eyes and turned away from the others. I touched my survivor pendant, and remembered the verse from this morning – Ps 91:14 –
He loves me. He will deliver me. He will protect me. He will answer my call & bring honor to me. He will show me his salvation.
I began to breathe Yahweh Shalom.
Beauty from ashes – the irony of the joy, pleasure, and comfort I feel while crocheting. He has truly redeemed what could have been lost, and made it something beautiful and of value.
linking up with imperfect prose
Powerful and beautiful -- you always amaze me with your honesty and the way you choose to see the positive.
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DeleteSuccinct yet powerful. This is what came to mind when I read this: "You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows." Psalm 23:5 You have taken the very tool that was meant to hurt you and are using it to create something beautiful - and the enemy must watch this. Yours is the victory in Christ!
ReplyDeleteThank you for this verse and image, Shara. I will add to my collection :)
DeleteSuch a terrible memory, the solace of God is a wonderful thing.
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DeleteI agree with Ann... you juxtapose the terrible with the tender, here, and it's powerful friend. I love the healing that is happening. Yahweh, Shalom.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, sweet e. You have been so instrumental in my recent healing. Your words of encouragement have meant so much to me!
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