Friday Night Knitting Club was my Book Club’s pick this month. It’s the story of a single mother who opens a knitting shop in New York City. Through a series of coincidences, a little knitting group materializes, and begins to meet in the knitting shop on Friday nights (hence the title). The bulk of the story takes the reader through the shopowner’s life conflicts, and the rest of the knitting group’s immediate experiences. It’s a story of women, friendship, love, and motherhood.
It’s also a story I still can’t decide if I liked. I finished the book on Saturday, and have visited it again and again, rereading passages and looking up specific points to the story. I almost feel like there is more to the story that was left untold, or maybe I just want the story to be different. But even though I can’t decide if it ranks as one of my favorites, I think because of my indifference it’s worth the read. It will give you something to discuss with your girlfriends, mothers, sisters, cousins….It will give you something to think about.
And it might make you want to knit. I kinda do.
My book club met tonight to discuss Same Kind of Different as Me by Ron Hall and Denver Moore. It’s an amazing story outlining one couple’s dedication to ministering to the homeless in Fort Worth. Through their service at the Union Gospel Mission, the couple established a friendship with one of the homeless men. A friendship that would change their lives forever.
I am all about relationships, friendships and connections. For me, it’s these experiences that define our daily lives, our ourselves, and our existence. So, to read this true story, and to match that story with the concrete landmarks that I know in Fort Worth, was overwhelming. Some moments in life, through books, movies or just everyday occurences change you forever. Sometimes big changes, sometimes little changes, but those changes affect your core, and curve your path. This book did that for me. It startled me into reality; some parts of which I didn’t realize, or want to realize, and others of which I just ignored. Either way, the jolt was good for me. I need reminders of “the big picture.” I need little nudges about the “stuff in the middle.” Otherwise, I get caught up in my own to-dos, my own schedule, and my own life. In the meantime, I’ve survived, but not really lived.
If you have a few minutes over the long weekend, pick up this little gem. Think of your legacy to your children, and how they will know you lived everyday with intent, purpose, and love. Think of how we are all different, but under the surface, so much the same.