Life and dropped-stitches

I was driving down the interstate this afternoon, thinking about how far behind I am in things I need to do, and I wondered if I need to recreate my life…Then I realized that, no, it’s more like my life is a dropped stitch in a knitted afghan, that leaves behind a run. Like my grandmother used to do when she pulled out her crochet hook and worked the stitch back up through the rows, I need to go back and reconnect the drop stitches in my life.

Over the years, as I’ve added interests and responsibilities other things drop off the edge. Google my name and you’ll find a trail of interests that have fallen by the wayside, including this blog. (And that’s without looking up my aliases. ;) ) But six months of caring for a sick old dog, and six months of training a new puppy add up, add to that the fact that I’ve increased my dinnertime guests to 25, and my favorite sous-chef married and left home, and I, at least, understand how I’ve fallen behind in the less important things. Of course, there is satisfaction in faithfully caring out the important responsibilities God has given me, though I’m not sure that I shouldn’t find a way to be more faithful with using some of the other talent He’s given me.

So here’s my attempt at picking up, at least one “dropped-stitch.”