The Shadow of His Hand

 

I've been crocheting a lot.   Three blankets in the last week.  

Brad and I have been having lots of conversations about how unbelievably silent the silence in our life is right now.  It's so strangely silent that the silence MUST be of the Lord.  There is no other explanation for this quietness.  This stillness.

I crochet when I don't know what else to do.  While I am waiting...I crochet. 

I'm pretty sure I'm thinking while I'm crocheting...but I'm not entirely sure that I am.