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Topic: Wow! (03/11/10)
TITLE: World of Wool
By Sandra Eastridge
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My parents were killed when I was very small. I don’t remember them. Grandmother took me in and raised me more like her own child than grandchild. After my grandfather died there was only the two of us and we were very close.
As I lie in bed remembering, I decide that I will honor my grandmother today by making a decision about the money she left me. It isn’t a fortune but a sizeable amount and I want to use it in a way that honors her. Grandmother never let a need she was aware of go unmet. If she couldn’t fix it she would find someone that could. The light of Jesus radiated from her heart and splashed on all that came her way. Not only has her passing left a hole in my heart, there is a hole in our community and at last I know what to do about it.
At breakfast I tell my husband about an idea that has been floating around in my mind for several months. It seemed to me that as long as I didn’t make a decision about the money she left me I didn’t have to accept the finality that she’s gone. Silly I guess but that is how it is. I take time to pray about my decision and while I am praying I sense a gentle release from my sorrow. “Thank you, Lord,” I whisper into the stillness of my room.
When my husband joins me at breakfast I take a deep breath and begin, “Jim, I’ve been thinking about the money Grandmother left me. I know what I want to do with it.”
Jim folded his newspaper and looked at me. That’s one of the things I love about my husband. He looks at me when I talk to him.
I take a deep breath and begin, “I want to open a small boutique called ‘A World of Wool’. I want to carry hand knitted woolens. I still have a couple of hundred items Grandmother and I made so I already have an inventory.”
Jim looks confused. “But honey, she gave hers away to the shelter. You’re talking about selling them. How is that going to honor your grandmother?”
I say, “I was thinking that even though Grandmother is gone I could carry on her passion for people by making my boutique a sanctuary for the women in our town. I could give knitting classes and I want to set up that loom in the attic and give weaving classes, too. I want a fire place with rocking chairs so the women can sit together and work on their knitting like Grandmother and I did. They can share their feelings and concerns and prayer requests. I’ll carry skeins of wool in all weights and colors. I’ll have knitting needles and patterns and . . . “
Jim put his hands up. “Whoa. Exactly how long have you been thinking about this?”
“About six months,” I tell him. “And there’s more. I was thinking I could offer to buy the knitted items these ladies make. It would give them some extra money and I could still take items to the shelter in memory of Grandmother.” Just then a ray of sunshine broke through the kitchen window and fell on our faces. Jim leaned across the breakfast table and kissed me.
“Your grandmother says she approves. So do I.”
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