Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Crocheted afghan for my father-in-law, recently diagnosed with leukemia. Here is the poem I included with it:
Things happen in this world that we just don’t understand.
So we take it to our heavenly God and leave it in His hands.
But sometimes I can’t bring myself to let it completely go.
That’s when I pick up my hook and crochet row after row.
Each stitch becomes a prayer to my awesome Lord above,
Asking Him to shelter you in his gentle, protective love.
So as you wrap this gift around you, may you feel His presence there,
And may you know so many are praising and thanking God for you in prayer.