"Properly practiced, knitting soothes the troubled spirit, and it doesn't hurt the untroubled spirit either." ~ Elizabeth Zimmerman

9/5/08

A Knitting Video

I don't know what to write about today. I just know I want to write, or something, anything, to keep my mind off the knowledge that I have an appointment at 3:30 with a surgeon. I can't knit when I'm this nervous. I may bead for awhile when I get done here. That calms me down some.

I can't help but reflect on this change in my life. What change you ask? I was raised in an extremist religious cult. My parents joined it when I was a baby. One of the things that was a no no was going to the doctor. The main reason was because going to a doctor for help with a health problem was viewed as a lack in faith in God. We couldn't even take an aspirin for a headache. We were supposed to depend on God healing us instead. We were taught that the medical profession was a great Satanic conspiracy to lure man away from faith in God. I look back on it now and think "How pathetic".

When I was 9 years old I fell out of a tree and broke my back. My parents did not take me to the hospital. They called the minister instead, who came over and prayed over me. I was paralyzed from the neck down for several hours. Being a parent now, I can't imagine how my parents could have done this? (Especially when they didn't hesitate to take my sister to the hospital when she broke her arm.) After the minister left, feeling came back to my limbs and whatnot. My parents saw it as a miracle from God. To be honest, my body was just doing what it does naturally. Healing itself. The break was not in a spot that would bring about permanent paralysis. I was a very lucky kid, and I know it. However, I've always had severe problems with my back because of that fall.

This is how I was raised though. To hate and fear the medical profession. It took some doing to get over that after we left the cult when I was 36 years old. I don't understand that kind of thinking, either, even though I thought that way myself. Does it never occur to these people that maybe God gave the medical knowledge to man to help heal us? It doesn't. I can speak from experience. I'm glad I don't fear and hate doctors anymore. If not for them, and medicine, I'd be in terrible condition.

I got a wonderful phone call yesterday. One of the folks who reads this here blog contacted Mary Martin about her Mortimer Moose pattern and said such nice things Mary just had to call me to say thanks. (She even checked out my blog and said it was beautiful and wants her son to see it so he can get ideas for her web site. I thought that was so sweet.) She's sending me her newest patterns-which will be appearing in the next Patternworks catalog.

For those who don't know, Mary Martin designs the cutest knit felted stuffed toy patterns. She also does wonderful Christmas stockings as well as other nice designs. Check her web site for more info.

Some time ago my daughter sent me this video. Thought I'd leave it with y'all today. It's pretty cute, and illustrates what can happen with the knitting addiction if you don't watch out.


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I'm in the mood to make a Christmas ornament cover. So I'm gonna go dig out some beads.

Have a great day.

2 comments:

  1. My thoughts are with you. I was so surprised to hear your story. What a culture shock it must of been when you left the cult. I'm sure it was very difficult.
    Good luck at the doctor today.

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  2. good luck with the surgeon, you sound like you went through some serious changes in life, I really admire that.

    Ria (tonyfan20 on Ravelry)

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