Today I am still working on that darn border. It is so repetitive, I wish it were done so I could play with some new colors. I hadn't touched it in a week though, and I'm pretty sure it won't hook itself. I received this email the other day, and it has such a comforting message that I thought I would share it here. It's back to hooking for me. Enjoy!
Do you know the legend of the Cherokee Indian youth's rite of Passage? His father takes him into the forest, blindfolds him and leaves him alone. He is required to sit on a stump the whole night and not remove the blindfold until the rays of the morningsun shine through it.. He cannot cry out for help to anyone.Once he survives the night, he is a MAN.He cannot tell the other boys of this experience, because each lad mustcome into manhood on his own. The boy is naturally terrified.He can hear all kinds of noises Wild beasts must surely be all around him. Maybe even some humanmight do him harm. The wind blew the grass and earth, andshook his stump, but he sat stoically,never removing the blindfold.It would be the only way he could become a man!Finally, after a horrific night the sun appeared and he removed his blindfold It was then that he discovered his father sitting on the stump next to him.He had been at watch the entire night, protecting his son from harm. We, too, are never alone. Even when we don't know it, God is watching over us,sitting on the stump beside us. When trouble comes, all we have to do is reach out to Him.If you liked this story, pass it on. If not, you took off your blindfold before dawn.Moral of the story: Just because you can't see God, doesn't mean He is not there.'For we walk by faith, not by sight.'