The Dolls – A Reflection on Creation and Choice

Stitches, Seniors, and Stories

I work at an activity center for the elderly, and one of the most rewarding parts of my job is getting creative with our residents. While not everyone can knit intricate patterns anymore, many can still manage simple square patches. And with those humble squares, something beautiful takes shape.

One of my favorite projects? Turning those little knitted patches into soft, cuddly dolls—complete with heads, arms, legs, and even tiny dresses. Each one is lovingly stitched together, and then I add the final touch: a hand-embroidered face that gives the doll its personality.

A Patchwork of Emotions

Over the years, I’ve made many of these dolls. No two are alike. Some smile brightly, others frown, pout, or look puzzled. It's fascinating how a few stitches can create such distinct expressions—and even more fascinating to see how children respond to them.

Most girls are thrilled when they receive one. But not always.

The Sad-Faced Doll

There was one doll in particular—her face was sad. Not scary, not ugly, just sad. The little girl who received her was not impressed. In fact, she threw the doll away.

The woman who had given her the gift had no choice but to take it back. Later, she approached me and asked, “Could you maybe change the face?” I told her gently, “That’s how the doll was made. She can take it or leave it.”

In the end, the girl took the doll home.

The Creator’s Role

As I thought about that moment, I started to reflect.

I’m the creator of these dolls. I choose how they look, how they move—or don’t. They can’t ask for different expressions. They can’t decide what color their dress will be. They don’t have a say in anything. Once they leave my hands, they’re completely dependent on whoever receives them.

But then it hit me: I, too, was created.

The Gift of Choice

I was created by someone far greater than myself—by Almighty God.

But unlike the dolls I make, He gave me the ability to choose. I can smile when I’m happy or cry when I’m sad. I can use my hands to create, serve, or comfort. I can choose where I go, what I say, and who I become.

Most importantly, I can choose whether or not I follow Him.

And here’s the miracle: Even if I don’t choose Him, He still loves me. Unconditionally.

A Creator’s Love Like No Other

I enjoy making dolls. But do I love them with all my heart? No. Would I give my life for them?

Absolutely not.

But that’s exactly what my Creator did for me.

“For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, so that everyone who believes in Him may not perish but may have eternal life.” – John 3:16

You Were Made With Love

And here’s the good news: I’m not the only one. You were created, too—with love, intention, and a purpose. The same God who gave me free will also gave it to you. His desire? That you choose Him. That you walk with Him. That one day, you’ll be with Him in paradise.

You’re not a doll. You’re a masterpiece—made by the greatest Creator of all.