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Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Year-end Blessings

Middlest got the job at Wal-Mart. She has orientation this afternoon. Thank you for your prayers and positive thoughts! With this job, she will be able to attend church *and* Knit Night *and* have benefits *and* prepare to go back to school next year.

Wollmeise is finished, in time to qualify for the November Sockdown prizes, even if I couldn’t figure out how to post more than a link to pictures in my “stick a fork in me, I’m done” post on that thread. I did the sewn cast-off on the train last night while exchanging Christmas stories with Trainman.



I know, I know, not a good picture, but still proof that two red socks are done.

The first Mean Green Jellybean toe is done, and I have transferred the stitches to a circ for Magic Loop. The cast-on end is woven in, and I am ready to add the second color.

When I got off the train last night and walked toward Lorelai, I saw a red car and thought “Oh, man, somebody has a flat tire.” And then, “Oh, d@mn, it’s me!” as the parking lot began to empty around me. I got the boxes of stuff out of the trunk [yay for crates to hold the stuff that should go elsewhere, instead of the slew of clutter that used to inhabit the trunks of my cars] and unscrewed the bolt that held my donut tire but was unable to get the tire itself out of the trunk.

Called Middlest to tell her I would be late, and why. Called 1BDH to see if he was still at work; his office is just about a mile from the Richland Hills station. He was already home but was willing to come help if need be. I told him I would bat my eyes at somebody and see if I could get help closer to hand.

The first man was on his way to go pick up his wife from work. I sent him on with a grin and my blessing. Some cars pulled up at the far end of the lot, but somebody got out of one car and into the other, and they took off. Then two or three cars pulled in together. By this time I had my hood and trunk up and had given the matter some prayer. Just as I was asking one guy if he could help, the young woman in another car said her guy would be happy to help. So I had three grown men, the young woman, and four little boys gathered around Lorelai, and in five or ten minutes we were done.

I had a nice chat with them before we went our separate ways. We talked about the hand of God in our lives, how she was the answer to eight months of prayer on his part, that he had prayed for a family, and God had asked, “Do you want a family, or do you just want a wife?” And he had insisted “A family, please.” And there they were.

They are getting married in February. He has moved into a spare room with his parents and put his [now obviously too small] house on the market. I commented on how nice it was that they had taken the high road, and he said, “I wouldn’t have them if we didn’t.”

And then he told me to put a little air in the donut tire. I hugged his fiancée and thanked them all.

God really is in the details. He could have sent me a devotee of any faith, but He sent me a small tribe of fellow Christians, and what began as a work party ended as an exchange of testimonies.

I am so blessed.

1BDH checked out the spare and pronounced it fit, and adequately full. He and Firstborn had some errands to run. After Knit Night, he plugged my tire. He never ceases to surprise me. I knew that he knew how to change the brakes, because he’s done it before on my cars. I had no idea that he had the tools, the materials, and the skills to not only change a tire, but fix a flat.

So I followed up my message to the office that said I would be in after a visit to the tire store this morning, with one that said, “Never mind, it’s fixed, and I’ll be in at the usual time.”

Good thing, too, because I have used up my PT for 2008 and won’t get more until tomorrow morning.

Driving in today, parking for free under the building because there will be so many people gone, and getting off an hour early. Then I will figure out what I’m making to take to the dance tonight.

And maybe, just maybe, there will be somebody there to flirt with. Because the age of miracles is obviously not past, chez Ravelled.

2 comments:

Jenni said...

He even found the small nail that has been hiding in my tire for several months and causing slow leakage, fixed it and rotated my tires. had to love on him a bit after all that hard work now didn't I?

Sherry said...

What a nice group of people you met. It never ceases to amaze me how the Lord watches over us at all times and in all things. He is filled with tender mercy and I am thankful.....

So happy to hear about Middlest's job. Hope my middle one can find gainful employment, too. She is driving across country--from Pennsylvania to Utah--the next few days, so send up a few for her, too.

Much Love!