I'm an old lady.

I was recently called out for crocheting while I watched Matlock.  I have two things to say in my defense: one, at least it wasn't Murder She Wrote (although I prefer it); and two, I wasn't alone.
But while I'm talking about it, I had an epiphany while I was crocheting today.  I'm working on a new pattern which I've never tried before.  It's a lovely tan hat (lovely, as in, I REALLY LIKE it), and I'm very nearly finished.  I was stitching away when the verse from Psalm 139 popped in my head: "He knit me together in my mother's womb."  While I know I wasn't knitting (this time), it occurred to me how very personal God's relationship is with me.  He's my Creator. Creative.  How interesting.  And I think I'm still a work in progress.
So all the times when I'm rebelling, I can feel Him having to get me back on the right track.  I never imagined this as painful to Him until I had to pull out a few layers of pattern because I'd made a mistake a few rows back.  All that progress, gone.  All that time and energy, wasted. 
But was it really?  I don't think so. Because when it came time for me to reach the point of my mistake again, I didn't make the same mistake.  And that, my friends, is grace.
So today I'm feeling very thankful that, even though I think I'll always be a work in progress (until I reach Heaven), I'm not going it alone.  I have a pattern (the Bible), and a wonderful Guide who will show me my mistakes, help me correct them, and teach me how to avoid them in the future.
God's really great. :-)