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Rosebud77
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Up past my bedtime as my kind landlord is getting his harvest of sileage cut and too noisy to sleep…
So let me tell you a story!
As I have posted elsewhere, although I am old and in poor health, I still love and yearn to support with the funding of work my extended family do with the homeless and with babies dumped in the rubbish in India and Nepal…
So whenI came to Ireland, I wondered whether to keep on with the knitting I had been doing, or to devote the time to writing.
My prayer for guidance always is. " and please show me in such a way that I cannot make a mistake and mess things up, show me from outside myself…"
It was the time of year when I was praying the Advent Novena, usually in the bath to get warm!
Two days later a HUGE unexpected parcel of knitting wool arrived… Someone had mentioned in passing weeks before that they had a little and would i like it, but in Ireland they make promises all the time. As one man says. “They promise you the sun the moon and the stars…”
I know guidance when I see it… lol…
SInce then I have never ever run short of yarn. I have had occasionally to buy specialist stuff but that is rare… a wonderful wool shop in Dublin sent me great boxes of their oddments ( I could fit in one of the boxes,)
Then the first time i was at a craft fair in Kerry, a little old lady came up to my stall and asked if i would like some wool… She had her brother with her, I thought this would be a bag of old oddments that had been in the attic, but love the kindness and smiled warmly and thanked her.
Then she told me that when her mother died, about 20 years ago, they had closed the craft shop and never opened it again. She wanted to “renovate” the house… so in effect she was offering me the entire contents of her shop, free and she kept saying it was a miracle that she had found me…
For the next two months she and her brother would come into town on the bus( they had free bus passes) with six or eight huge bin bags of yarn, pressed down, good measure and flowing over… into my tiny car they would go and what riches to discover after I hefted them into the house… Top quality yarns rich mohair… OH MY! It was like Christmas every week… Then came the buttons and ribbons, knitting needles, . And i had to devote a whole room to the wool…I lost count at 30 sacks,
The gift has blessed so many and still I have huge supplies and I am aware that before too long I will be moving from here… It has fed babies , supported so many,
So now I am sorting and bagging and passing the blessings on to charity shops who have been so kind in the past,
But oh my! It seems it will never be all sorted! Boxes and bags!!
so please, be very very careful what you pray for for he is a great and giving God !
Oh and the writing? Oh I did that too; four POD books…
So please, be very very careful! Praying now for a small house in a certain place… very daring!
Blessings and peace this night…
So let me tell you a story!
As I have posted elsewhere, although I am old and in poor health, I still love and yearn to support with the funding of work my extended family do with the homeless and with babies dumped in the rubbish in India and Nepal…
So whenI came to Ireland, I wondered whether to keep on with the knitting I had been doing, or to devote the time to writing.
My prayer for guidance always is. " and please show me in such a way that I cannot make a mistake and mess things up, show me from outside myself…"
It was the time of year when I was praying the Advent Novena, usually in the bath to get warm!
Two days later a HUGE unexpected parcel of knitting wool arrived… Someone had mentioned in passing weeks before that they had a little and would i like it, but in Ireland they make promises all the time. As one man says. “They promise you the sun the moon and the stars…”
I know guidance when I see it… lol…
SInce then I have never ever run short of yarn. I have had occasionally to buy specialist stuff but that is rare… a wonderful wool shop in Dublin sent me great boxes of their oddments ( I could fit in one of the boxes,)
Then the first time i was at a craft fair in Kerry, a little old lady came up to my stall and asked if i would like some wool… She had her brother with her, I thought this would be a bag of old oddments that had been in the attic, but love the kindness and smiled warmly and thanked her.
Then she told me that when her mother died, about 20 years ago, they had closed the craft shop and never opened it again. She wanted to “renovate” the house… so in effect she was offering me the entire contents of her shop, free and she kept saying it was a miracle that she had found me…
For the next two months she and her brother would come into town on the bus( they had free bus passes) with six or eight huge bin bags of yarn, pressed down, good measure and flowing over… into my tiny car they would go and what riches to discover after I hefted them into the house… Top quality yarns rich mohair… OH MY! It was like Christmas every week… Then came the buttons and ribbons, knitting needles, . And i had to devote a whole room to the wool…I lost count at 30 sacks,
The gift has blessed so many and still I have huge supplies and I am aware that before too long I will be moving from here… It has fed babies , supported so many,
So now I am sorting and bagging and passing the blessings on to charity shops who have been so kind in the past,
But oh my! It seems it will never be all sorted! Boxes and bags!!
so please, be very very careful what you pray for for he is a great and giving God !
Oh and the writing? Oh I did that too; four POD books…
So please, be very very careful! Praying now for a small house in a certain place… very daring!
Blessings and peace this night…
