Thankful Thursday On Wednesday

I know this is only Wednesday, but I am so excited
I thought I would do my Thankful Thursday post on
Wednesday, and it is so good it would fit for the whole month
I think.

In the 1990s I came across the craft of rug hooking. I was smitten.
But then, I had very young children and no time to do things like that.
By, 2002 I thought I might have time, so I purchased a already drawn
rug on a piece of Monk's cloth. I also purchased a rug hook, but at time
the best wool to get would be at Good Will and Of course, I still didn't
have time and packed my stuff away.

In 2009, I started blogging. I found all of these ladies who did rug hooking,
and once more, I wanted to hook rugs. I needed a wool cutter though.
Money was tight and you can't eat wool or a wool cutter so being like
I am I thought up a way to get it. So I started saving a bit of money
here and there when the day came I had enough money to buy one.

But, what also happened was there was other needs that were more
important than the wool cutter. My husband was trying to make money
stretch and I felt the nudge of the Holy Spirit to give my husband the
wool cutter money. I put my spiritual fingers in my ears and hummed
real loud. But, you know how the Holy Spirit can just keep on, so
I took down the Clabber Girl baking powder can that I had been storing
my money in and took this bundle of money and handed to my husband.

"He looked and me and said," You know I would never ask you to do that."
I said, that I knew, but we were in this together and it would all work out."
It was a Sunday night and the next morning his phone was ringing and
he was going to be really busy. So he said, " Can you take it to the bank?"
I don't know why but that was something I didn't want to do. So I said
I would, but I cried the whole time I was in the shower, I cried all the
way to the bank, I had to sit in the car until I stopped crying long enough
to go inside. I handed the teller the money, and tears were running
down my face and I told the lady was allergies. I cried all the way home.
Of course, I had my pod cast going and Charles Stanley was talking about
complete obedience. Anything less is sin. I switched pod casts, and of course
he was talking about the same thing. I gave up.

I told the Lord that I didn't understand, because it didn't seem like a big
deal, but quietly, the Lord kept saying " Will you trust me."
I kept giving it over and over and finally I could look at rugs
again and I knew that I was finally over it and went on, I already
had all of the quilting things so I started quilting again, and I started
doing the old counted cross stitch patterns I had never done and
really I was happy and content.

Then my dear, dear Friend, Jacque at The Doodles of My Mind, Said
she was going to stop rug hooking and she felt let to give me some
of her stuff. Would I want it? I said yes, of course after I prayed about
it and asked the Lord if it was okay.
So yesterday, in the mail came this big box.

In this box was wool,


I pulled out bag after bag of already cut "worms"
in all colors.

There was a rug hooking book and patterns and
some more patterns.

There was the things you use to finish up the rugs,
even the great big needles.

She sent 3 primitive rug hooks, keys, which I am sort
of a nut job when it come to keys. I love them.


She even sent a lap stand.


Of course, in the bottom of the box was

A WOOL CUTTER!!!It has 4 cutter heads.

I sat down and wanted to cry, because God had given
to me over-flowing into my lap, way beyond anything
I ever thought of or dreamed or anything.
Me who threw such a hissy-fit God blessed me,
even me.

This is what my dining room table looked like.
I just find myself giggling and touching the wool and
telling God that I am so sorry I don't trust him like
I should.
I am reminded today of what C.S. Lewis said,

Our Lord finds our desires, not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.

That is how I feel today. I just had to share my very Thankful
Thursday post on Wednesday.
Thank you so much to Jacque to blessing my life with her friendship,
her love of God and for sending me such a wonderful gift.
Blessings today,
~Kim~

–C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory