With Spirit stirring in her, Lydia began a Grace Work. Like her mother, Lydia can’t work the needles, so she uses her fingers. This will be a work of her hands: a finger-weaving.
Lydia found the last skein of yarn in the house and looped a purple end around her thumb.
For the LORD your God will bless you …
in all the work of your hands,
and your joy will be complete.
— Deuteronomy 16:15
She began a quiet work with busy hands, calling on the LORD as a yarn-rope grew and grew and grew.
What are you praying? I asked. But she shooshed me — silent in the task of weaving thread in and out of fingers, the task of weaving silent heart-words into fibers.
A half-hour had passed. Still she was weaving, and this rope of patterned-purple had reached the floor.
“Mommy,” she said. “I’ve run out of ideas to pray.” She had prayed for Michelle’s family, marriage and health. She had prayed for the upcoming wedding of Michelle and Rob’s daughter, Becca. She’d prayed for Rob’s eyesight.
And because it seemed like the thing to do, Lydia asked God to help Michelle sleep at night.
“And, Mommy,”she added, “I also prayed that they would always know that God is with them.”
She tied a knot in the end of a rope, and folded it up for a Christmastime Grace Passing.
And as I look at those photos today — and as I study the work of wee hands — I ask myself: Isn’t this what we all need? Don’t we all need a rope to hang onto when we’re at the end of our own?
We need the assurance of a rope, a lifeline, woven by a Person. And this God, the One who wove me on His loom in the secret place, He is the one holding the rope to which I cling daily.
“God is gracious—
it is he who makes things right,
our most compassionate God.
God takes the side of the helpless;
when I was at the end of my rope,
he saved me.”
— Psalm 116:1 (The Message)