Almost seven years ago, I started a needlework group through our local NLHG Chapter. We’d gather with our yarn and thread, sip something warm, and work on whatever project was in our hands. More than that, we visited. We shared tips, stories, and life. I kept it going for several years, and it was one of my favorite things. But life got full, and last year, I had to let it go. There just weren’t enough hours in the day.

I’ve missed it.

Fast forward to this week. I got a message from a woman who came to our meet-up just a few times, way back in the early days. She let me know she had finally finished the sock she started back then—and she wanted to share her excitement.

She had tried. She had stuck with it. And now, she had a sock.

If you’ve ever tried to knit anything, you know the first one is the hardest. But once you’ve done it, the second, third, fourth... they come a little easier. Her message meant so much. Not just because she finished the sock. But because she kept at it. She learned something new. And now, she has that knowledge to carry with her and pass on.

It reminded me why we gather. Why we teach. Why we share.

Sometimes, we don’t get to see the fruit of what we’ve planted. But every once in a while, we get a little glimpse.

And it’s such a gift.