Dad was talking to the neighbor about their crops. There was Mom patiently waiting for him to get through. She pulled out her ball of thread from her apron pocket and started crocheting. Mom always had a ball of thread with her.
After Mom and Dad got back to their farm, Dad worked on his tractors and other farm equipment making sure they were in good condition for the next day’s work. Mom tended to the chores of feeding the chickens, gathering the eggs, and milking the cows.
All of us kids had our own responsibilities to keep the farm going. My brothers fed pigs and calves while I cooked the evening meal.
After the chores were done, everyone settled into a little bit of relaxing time, Mom pulled out her ball of yarn and started her crocheting again. Dad usually spent his free time reading. We kids did homework or played games.
My dad commented several times on my mother always working on her needlework. She always defended it as being something that helped her to relax.
Then a time came in her life where she started itching. It continued to get worse and nothing seemed to help. She finally went to the doctor and he told her it was from her nerves. He asked, “What do you do that gives you pleasure?”
Mom answered, “I like to do all sorts of needlework.”
The doctor replied, “I want you to do more of that to help you get through this case of frazzled nerves.”
Mom increased her time that she spent doing her needlework. She came in from morning chores and sat down to work on her next project for an hour or so. She repeated that activity in the afternoon after our noon meal. Over the years, she developed projects for everyone in the family.
New babies were welcomed home with one of Mom’s knitted baby blankets. As they grew, they were presented an afghan for their birthday. When they married, along came a new afghan. Her own furniture donned hand embroidered scarves and doilies. We dried dishes with tea towels with cute little pictures embroidered in the corners.
She not only produced thousands of pieces of needlework over the years, her nervous system settled down, too.
She put Proverbs 6:6 into action. Listen to these words from the New International Version, “Go to the ant, you sluggard; consider its ways and be wise?”
Oh, I have to go now. My next needlework project is calling.
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