I had to have been crazy. Why would anyone go thrift store shopping on a rainy day? But out we went, my niece and I, looking for "treasures" and enjoying each others company.
Often times there is nothing much worth buying. But this day I found six skeins of yarn. For $2.50! A real bargain. I hesitated though. It was navy blue. Extremely difficult to work with. Dark colors just are. The wrapper was gone from all of them so I didn't know for sure the weight or how much was really there. And the yarn felt stiff as if kind of old. Maybe not such a bargain after all. Still, the price taunted me and I decided it would be worth the risk.
Once home, I rifled through all my old patterns I had saved for who knows how long. Without knowing the yardage, how would I know if I had enough? I finally decided on something. A pattern I'd never done it before. And being unsure about the yarn, it would be a crap shoot as to what size it would end up being. Closing my eyes. Taking a chance.
Well, the pattern was fairly easy and progress was quick. Looked like something useable would come out of it after all.
I was three-quarters of the way through when someone posted on social media that hospice was in need of lap robes. Hmmm. I wonder what size a lap robe needs to be?
You guessed it. My little "spontaneous" project turned out to be the exact measurement for a lap robe that would accommodate someone in a wheelchair.
Was all this coincidence?
- someone donated some old yarn
- we went shopping in the rain
- the yarn was at such a bargain price for the quantity
- an appealing pattern was saved months ago
- a post was made on social media
- the project came out just the right size
Or was all this God's hand? Aligning circumstances to meet someone's need before the individual even asked?
What do you believe happened?
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