There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven. Eccl. 3:1
I have mentioned in my recent posts that I've been in a house cleaning mode lately. I've tidied many things. Put things away. Thrown things out. But I have left the afghan stuff in my dining room in a slight disarray. Bags and boxes of finished afghans. Bags of squares to be put away for now. And a few remaining unopened packages that came in the mail the week prior to the afghan seaming event (Sept 15th) and any that came after that. There aren't many - six, to be exact. Not many at all. A few large boxes - some I expect have a completed afghan, some I anticipate squares. A few small envelopes. I have anticipated squares in each of these. Just last week I received yet another small'ish box - the very last straggler I expect to see.
Unlike the other packages that have arrived I opened that late arriving box wondering if there was something unusual. Nothing at all unusual but there was a lovely note from the sender thanking me for the opportunity to knit something for others which helps take her mind off the recent stressors of caring for her husband since he has developed alzheimers. It hit close to home since my grandfather has suffered with alzheimers these past few years and my grandmother sent squares for the project. It was a nice refresher for me to read that note from the woman and I realized it's not just squares. Or afghans. Or people in Greensburg. I'm glad for the happiness it brought her to knit for this project.
So I opened another of the envelopes. The name was familiar. I got a lot of packages during the project but some names came over and over and some others just stuck in my mind for unknown reasons. This package was like any other - I expected squares. But there were not squares. This package from Vicki in Kentucky contained a scarf. So nice. Pretty and colorful and nicely knit. And stickers. Awww. For my two little helpers. :)
And a precious hand written letter. My favorite part of this project so far - the notes cards and letters. On the day I opened this letter I had been struggling with the afghan project. Mentally thinking things through - weighing various advice from others and trying to decide if we should push to get afghans delivered in December or wait until after the holidays. All things were telling me to wait including recommendations from people with direct contacts in Greensburg. At the top of Vicki's letter it said: There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under Heaven. Ecclesiastes 3:1. A direct message to my heart and mind that waiting was the right thing to do. Oh what a relief to read those words.
Vicki went on to explain that the scarf in this package was for me. Me. And she told various reasons why. It was a dear sweet letter and I read over it several times. She wrote a precious prayer which I will share in another post. She sent this package just before the seaming event but I didn't open it until more than two months later. At first I felt a little badly for that but I realized that her opening message to me was A Time For All Things. Oh thank you Vicki. Again, I so needed those words. And I'm wearing this dear scarf with a smile. Thank you so much. :)
I'm holding the letter again today reminding myself of the verses.
A time to be born.... Eccl. 3:2
Yesterday afternoon we got a phone call announcing that my brother Jason and his wife Zoila (pronounced Soy-la) who live in El Salvador had a new baby boy, Henry. Such a sweet time for anyone. Baby is big, Mama is small, but it all worked out naturally and they're both home and fine. And apparently neither my brother or his wife know anything about babies. ha Thankfully infants are resiliant and Zoila is young. They'll survive and adjust to the new changes in life.
... and a time to die. Eccl. 3:2
Last night we received a phone call from my dad telling that my grandfather passed away quietly and suddenly. It's never easy to let someone go. I wasn't really close to him but I have fond memories of him as a grandparent.
- He took me fishing several times and kindly put those white crickets on the hook for me and never once teased me about being squeamish about it.
- He grew popcorn in his garden.
- He made venison summer sausage (I think he made it!).
- He was a milk man in his younger years then managed the dairy department of their local grocery store until he retired.
- He was blind in one eye but you'd never know it. I couldn't tell.
- He always had a flat-top and it seemed mysterious and amazing to me that someone's hair could stick straight up like that.
I'm sure there are many things about his life and his past that he probably never thought were even slightly interesting that I would love to know. And I didn't know him well. Today he's in a better place and I'm sure there are many who are happy to see him now.
A time to be silent... Eccl. 3:7
So my mammogram went fine on Monday. I am quietly waiting to hear back from my doctor. I phoned her office this morning and the girl told me it will be Wednesday or Thursday before they get the radiologist report with the results. When I was having the mammogram it went quickly and wasn't painful at all. I think the process and equipment have both come a long way since the horror stories of 15-20 years ago.
I'll let ya know when I hear from them. In the mean time take good care of every little thing. :)