The fluid color of blue

She sits at her spinning wheel, slowly feeding the yarn with her hands.  The wool is new and just dyed into beautiful pastel colors that melt in your eyes, the fluid color of blue mainstreaming the flow.  Gently the thread feeds into a ball that is controlled by her foot.  Smoothly the wool is being pulled into the wheel, slowly so as it won't bunch.
It seems that suddenly there is a  tear and she needs to pull back and add more so it will again be an even strand.
Again it is smooth,
a knot stops the wheel from turning and she stops.  It seems her hands can not unravel the mess that has been made.
She looks up to the Heavens and prays to the God of all Glory, all wonder, the Savior...
He hears her but know that she needs to slow down...
"slow down your moving to fast...
I can not unravel the mess, if you won't let me."
The wheel stops, she bows her head and stills her foot... lifting her voice she gives thanks to this Alpha, the Omega... she looks at the beautiful ball of yarn she has so far -
it is huge and the blue as a back drop could not have been a more perfect color.  As if by force she wills herself to touch the wool not yet spun - she slowly unravels the mess and her foot starts moving slowly to the music in her mind... feeling a warmth over her hands she
continues the process...
How did He know?