The red heart knitting markers hold the places where a different stitch is to begin and end in Quentin’s blanket. The fifth baby to be born with the same name as my husband’s grandfather is over halfway along in his development. I am knitting a soft yellow blanket with seed stitched stars and hearts alternating along the way.
As I knit, I think about how quickly he’ll outgrow this tiny blanket that will swaddle him in happy yellow.
And I pray for him and his parents…our son and daughter-in-love.
I ponder what I will pen tomorrow in the journal of blessings, prayers, and life commentary I’m writing to him. I tell him about the Trinity in words he won’t understand for a while. I tell him about his house and dog, his great-grands, us, his uncle David, and memories of his dad as a little boy and the memories of watching him date Quentin’s mother…the prayers prayed for them from before their own births.
Pictures of the progress of “Sweet One” are kept every four weeks as I snap the same pose of his dad facing me while his mom stands sideways and we see her blossom with life. His dad marks the time by fingers held up signifying the progress in months.
I tell him about God’s heart for him and I pray in writing that he will come to a saving knowledge of Jesus Christ by believing in Him and recognizing that Jesus is the only way to God and to the indwelling Holy Spirit.
Snippets of God’s grace and mercy go into the journal and go into my thoughts as I mark time with knitting, purling hearts and stars between red marker hearts.
My own heart is full as I ponder God’s healing grace to me in 2010 to allow me to see the wedding happen in 2011, to help them move in and out of an apartment and into a house, to be “in the know” of their special news for weeks before the rest of their world knew the expectant joy.
Red hearts hold places. This full heart marks time with sweet God-graced memories and hopeful expectation.
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