I finally get to check something off my list.
Finish one crocheted item for charity.
My church needle-workers group has been making prayer shawls for a cancer support group run by another woman in the church. We’ve already received some heart-warming responses from the recipients of the shawls. I was late in finishing my shawl. Our group leader had been given a bag full of little packets, each one representing a woman who is fighting cancer. Robin started at the top of the bag when giving out the shawls. Apparently one of the packets at the bottom of the bag represented a woman without much time left. She is to be the recipient of my shawl. It’s a good feeling, to be even a small part of something that touches the life of one who is suffering, to be able to bring that person even a little comfort in their time of need. I don’t know this woman, yet I find my thoughts returning to her. Is she elderly? Has she lived a full life? Is she young? Does she have children? Are they grown? Is she ready? Would I be?
I set out to bring someone else comfort; to use my ability to touch the life of another. Yet as I think of this woman today and pray for her, I find it is quite the reverse.