So I'm making stuffed animals for Christmas presents this year. They are a blast to make: I knit them, then stuff them, then put features on them like eyes and noses. Anyway, they are great.
And what I've noticed is that even when I don't make them perfectly, I still absolutely love each and every one of them. I love the flaws and the effort that I put into making them. I love the yarn, the stuffing, all of it.
Basically, because I made them. That's why I love them. No one else made them; even though I followed a basic pattern, each one is uniquely mine.
I think this must be how God is. I never could understand how God could love everyone so much, especially since we all have so many flaws in us. (I know for fact that I am a bucket of crazy myself, lol...) But now it almost makes sense to me.
God loves us because He made us. He followed a basic pattern and each one of us came out a little (or a lot) differently. And just like I love the stuffed animals I make, flaws and all, God must be the same way.
If that makes any sense. It made sense to me, but I don't always make sense elsewhere....
On a different note, Thanksgiving is tomorrow. I have a ton to be thankful for and have started a small list in my head: being on break, bring my grades back up to where they should be (by my standards), a roof over my head, a family who loves me even though I sometimes feel like I can't do anything right, the ability to write and to express myself without censorship, yarn, friends, etc.
And turkey. Yay for turkey. =D
So anyway, be thankful this holiday season. It's good for you. Stop complaining, cause no one wants to hear it.
With that being said, I'm leaving now to finish gifts. Happy Thanksgiving, folks.
~Meaghan
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