Yarn is, for lots of reasons, a special quest in my life. Regardless of where are when, it is always a good time to look and see what is available. Candidly, other than colour, texture, and material, I have no opinion. Even in my opinion, I am not sure it has any weight (nor should there be!). As I strolled the streets of Leuven, the row of yarn at the back of a store demanded a visit. Even as I explored the wall, I found myself struggling to know which one was a perfect choice. In the middle of the questions that kept rattling around in my head, I found myself considering the meaning of being THE best. Context, use, and availability came to mind. Colour, texture, and material were in the frame.
In looking to the day ahead, who will I meet that is perfect? On what basis would s/he fit the criteria? How would anyone decide? Life reminds me that I am looking at this the wrong way!
Life’s best always contains love, kindness, and care. Great intimacy has all three. Amazing discoveries inevitably contain an extreme of one of the three. Looking at the question from the opposite direction, “So where does that leave you when you criticize a brother? And where does that leave you when you condescend to a sister? I’d say it leaves you looking pretty silly – or worse. Eventually, we’re all going to end up kneeling side by side in the place of judgment, facing God. Your critical and condescending ways aren’t going to improve your position there one bit.” (Romans 14.10)
Diversity opens the best opportunity to experience hope. In a recent workshop, it was in the diversity in the room that led to progress, harmony, and a tangible sense of possibilities. Although time has passed, the energy of the room continues to fill me with energy. The experience leaves me with courage and resolve that strengthens my care to make a difference.
Our diversity anchored in kindness, care, and collaboration was a gift to be replicated.
