God’s Hands Overflow

I don’t know why the Lord blesses me so. All I can think is that it must give Him pleasure to do so, and to show His goodness for a weak woman such as I. There is no way I can bring forth such amazing provision for myself, and I am truly humbled. For example, not two months ago, a woman from our church said she had something for me. I brightened and said, “What? A hug? A prayer? A blessing?!” She laughed and said, “Well…yes! AND…I’ve decided to give you my serger because I am not using it and thought you might.” A serger!! It is one of those machines that I hoped to own someday, but could never have enough extra money to purchase. So I am thankful. And she got her hug!

A couple of weeks ago I found myself in an amazing fiber shop. Well, I ought to call it a shoppe because of the historical little town it is in. I just stood agape at all of the beautiful woolen yarns and spinning wheels and I think touched just about everything in her store. And then I saw the store owner’s loom, and we made conversation. About my yiayia who lived in a village in Greece and made blankets for all of her grandchildren. About how I tried to track the loom down but no one was much interested in doing that. And so on.

So, the store owner put her hand on her chin and thoughtfully looked at me and said, “You know…I have a loom at home I’ve been hoping to give to a good home….”

Give? Give? GIVE?!!!!!

I did not answer right away as I was in shock, but actually left the store. And then returned within the hour to say, very sheepishly and quietly, “yes.” And so here it is! In my home and waiting for me to gain instruction. To say that I am awed by it would be an understatement.

It is a countermarche loom, and from what I’ve been reading, that means that tying it up is not too easy, but that the weaving itself is. I’m thankful that it is warped and ready! It has historical value. It was built by a Russian immigrant for his daughter (granddaughter?), who apparently gained commendations for her weaving well into her old age. The loom needed to go somewhere where it would be loved. And do I ever!

The wood is beautiful. The parts are amazing. The size is incredible. And there is just a little bit of weaving from the original Russian owner left on it; it feels like a blessing, a handing down. I don’t think I’ll ever throw away this little weave.

My 8 and 12 year old daughters are just as excited. Maybe these things are not really for me. Maybe these things are really for my four daughters (the 6 and 2 year olds coming up from behind). I do not know. All I know is that I am grateful to God, and awed by his gifts. I hope to do right by them, and to glorify Him in it all.

Blessings,