“And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus. To our God and Father be glory for ever and ever. Amen.” (Philippians 4:19-20 NIV)
Helen sat behind the booth passing the time knitting on an afghan as she sold some of the vegetables from her garden. She had made many afghans. All shapes and sizes and colors. The one she worked on now was in her favorite shades of blues, pinks, and purples. Her garden had been rather meager this year. She had hoped for more produce to sell and to have enough left over to can for the winter. She was afraid there wouldn’t be enough to feed her small family during the snowy, cold days. But she trusted her Lord and put it in His hands.
A woman stopped at her booth and watched as the knitting needles flew through the yarn as if on their own. The afghan was beautiful, The colors vibrant. The pattern eye-catching, and the show of talent mesmerized her. She waved a hand to catch the knitter’s attention. “Your afghan is beautiful,” she said. “May I see it a little closer?”
“Sure.” Helen brought her work closer for inspection.
“It’s so soft,” the woman said, as she touched the knitted yarn.
“It’s angora wool from my goats.” Helen smiled as she thought of her pets. “I make the yarn myself from their wool.”
“This is so beautiful. Do you have more?”
“Oh, yes, I have so many I can’t count them all. I have some in my truck if you’d like to see them.” She smiled at the woman.
“I would love to see them,” she said. “By the way, my name is Allyson.”
“My name is Helen. Nice to meet you, Allyson.” Helen smiled at her new acquaintance
They walked to Helen’s truck and she opened the back to reveal a beautiful display of afghans in all colors and shades, sizes, and shapes.
“I would love to buy a few, and I have friends that I know would love to buy some. Will you be here tomorrow? I’ll bring some of my friends to see your beautiful afghans,” Allyson said, as her gaze drifted over the lovely workmanship and expert detail.
“Sure, I’ll be here. I’ll pack a few more in the truck tonight and bring them. I usually carry some in case I see someone in need of a nice blanket to keep off the chill,” she said as she watched the woman looking at her craft.
The next day, Allyson returned as she had promised with several friends in tow. They “Ooooo’d” and “Ahhhh’d” over the afghans and bought almost every one Helen had brought. They waved as they left with their treasures and said they would come again with more friends.
Astonished, Helen sat on her stool, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Thank You, Father,” she said as she looked at the money overflowing in her cash box. “Now I can feed my family all winter and buy the seeds I’ll need for next spring. Thank You for my goats and the ability to make the wool and knit the afghans. I never thought of selling them. Thank You for sending someone to me to buy them. You truly have met my needs today.”
She wiped the tears away and stowed the money box in a safe place, picked up her knitting and, with a big smile on her face, continued working on the afghan.
A Bit of Wool (© Barb Witt 10/25/2019)
And now we pray…
Thank You, Father for providing us a way to feed and clothe and house ourselves. Sometimes we worry about tomorrow. But You are there to meet our needs if we but ask and trust You. Thank You for that. Thank You for everything.
In Jesus’ name we pray. AMEN
About the Author:
Barb Witt is a Christian wife, mother and grandmother who loves gardening, quilting, crafting, writing poetry and devotions, and is working on a children’s book. She has created an email devotional and prayer warrior ministry that she sends out daily. If you’re interested in being added to her email list let us know.