Recently I've gotten back into cross stitching. My mom taught me last Christmas, but the hobby got pushed aside in the hustle of the year.
I've pulled it back out and love sitting down to stitch. To count the crosses. The steady in and out of the needle.
But I'm still a beginner. I sometimes struggle separating the thread, threading the needle, avoiding knots.
To make sure each stitch goes the same, perfect direction.
I make mistakes. Lots of them. And I gingerly loosen my thread, remove the needle, and begin to take out the stitches.
I wish my real mistakes were that easy to fix.
To delicately pull out the mixed up parts.
To look at the pattern and start over again.
In my life lately, I've let my quiet time with the Lord fill up with other things. Loud, busy things.
I've made the mistake of ignoring His voice and choosing what sounds good to me rather than what I've being intentionally directed toward.
I've gotten away from reading my bible.
And I want to go back, to take out these stitches I've sown. But how? And is it too late? Are there too many?
But you know, every time I ask the Lord these questions, he just whispers to me, "never."
Never is it too late to to set a new routine, to get back on track, to find those quiet moments. To take out the stitches, one by one, look at the pattern, and begin fresh again.