While Advent continues toward Christmas, we look for slivers, slices of light. And when we see light, hope arrives.
My friend has stage four cancer. She worries she will never meet her grandchildren so she knits her love into baby sweaters. She has four sweaters now, ready for little arms in the future. My friend continues with chemo.. And last week? her "cancer numbers" plummeted by 30 percent. She is defying the odds of this vicious disease.
Knit one, purl two, pray always. Christmas is coming.