Feeling Blessed

The longer the stretch between posts, the harder it is to write. Too many partial posts blogged in my mind that never made it to the keyboard.

Two more hats have been made and only the crown is left on the one I’m knitting for our son. How could I resist when he slyly said, “Where’s my hat?” as he fondled Wesley’s small grey hat. Trying to capture the pattern in written format for three sizes has been a challenge but it’s coming along.  Thank you to all who waved their hands and offered to test knit! 🙂 I’ll be sending you the pdf as soon as it’s finished.

Feather’s hat is made out of Cascade 220 to see how well the pattern would adapt to a bulkier yarn. It turned out okay but looses the soft drape and wispy charm of the softly spun fingering wool which I’m convinced it partially mohair.
Green is her favorite color these days.


Little Bud was intrigued that Faith has a hat kind of like his.


The cold bug that seems to be going in circles looped around again and settled in for a two week visit. It’s not wanting to depart either. Almost everyone I know has been hit with this bug. Ed’s been keeping it at arm’s length which is good since he’s as busy as ever. He was able to take the weekend off and get away to the coast for the regional Friends men’s retreat.  I packed up the last of several store orders that had pending deadlines on Friday and heaved a huge sigh of relief that Ed was able to make such a massive amount of hooks, spindles and hairpin lace looms in about six weeks, get them finished and shipped. At the moment we have mostly spindles that still need making for various individual.

While getting ready to go to bed a couple weeks ago, I was thinking of all the good in my life and counting my blessings for the things I’ve been able to accomplish. Most times it seems that I don’t do much of anything worthy, or significant and it’d been one of those days of feeling a bit down and insignificant. We all want to leave some mark of our passing life for a brief while in this world.  It was good to take measure of things that I’ve been to be able to take part in:  Raise two children who are doing well as adults; composed a few pieces of music – one, a  jig, which has been written down and met with approval when Crooked Finger Band has played it for several occasions;  wrote a Christmas play that the kids had fun doing; contribute to our business wih the spinning book/dvd,  lifelong friendships…  But mostly what keeps repeating in my head for the past month is the saying that was on a plaque at the head of the stairs when I was little. I could read it by the time I was five. Daily I would stop and read it as I climbed the stairs to go to bed.

“Only one life twill soon be passed,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.”

I tend to hold my faith quietly and close to my heart. I wish I were bolder in sharing the wonders of the magnificence of our God. Sometimes I want to shout of His incomparable love from the housetops, the mountains – to shout, clap and dance with joyful abandonment. The reality is, I’am shy and feel inhibited most of the time. But, you see, it’s really not about me, I need to get out of the way and let God do the work.

Today I had one of the greatest privileges in my life: give the message at Meeting this morning. The pastor and four other men went to the men’s retreat, including the man who usually backup preaches. Two weeks ago when the pastor told me he’d like to go I’d offered to find the replacement but in the busyness of life time slipped past and suddenly  there were seven days left. What I’d been ignoring was a small inkling that kept growing with each passing day: there was a message I was to give. The first couple days as I processed and packed orders I prayed and thought and prayed. What a wonderful time it was! Inspite of interuptions of Justin dropping by with the kids on Monday, fixing food for a funeral on Wednesday, while working to get out that one huge order (100 hooks + knitting needles + hairpin lace looms) by Thursday,  babysitting Friday morning, there was a strong, steady communion with God. Reading the Bible in the morning as I ate breakfast and again in the evenings, trying to be open and listen to God’s leading, slowly the sermon came together. Gathering my Bible, extensive notess and purse, heading out the door to church this morning I wished for one more hour to meld it into a cohesive written whole rather than pages of written notes and an outline.  But the groundwork was well laid and the Holy Spirit was very much present. When I stood at the pulpit and started to speak the minutes flew by. The verses flowed, weaving naturally throughout the message of the Name that is above all names. The Word through whom and by whom and for whom everything in the heavens, on earth, and under earth exist. The One who spoke a name and I was created. Someday He will give me a white stone and on that stone will be a name that no one knows (Revelation 2:17) – my own unique name, the name that He spoke me into being. Every fiber of my being will shout YES! That is who I am.

I will be complete.Late winter sunset


Author: Wanda J

I never dreamed my life would be entangled with fiber and the tools used to produce fibery items. When I bought a boat shuttle used in weaving Ed looked at it, decided to make a better one and the rest is history. For a decade he made shuttles, crochet hooks, knitting needles, until his spindles became so popular that he had to devote his time to making them, as well as Walking Wheels. Free time is spent reading, trying to coax food from the ground, and playing in the creek near our place. I love long walks and camping far from crowds. Playing a fiddle beside a stream or with good friends brings sweetness to my soul. Sundays are set aside for worshiping God with our small Quaker meeting.

8 thoughts on “Feeling Blessed”

  1. Lovely testimony Wanda. I too am a Christian who doesn’t say too much about it on my blog. Remember someone said (my paraphrase), “Testify of your faith in Christ daiy. Use words if you have to.” I also love what Mother Teresa wrote, “We cannot do great things for God. We can only do small things with great love.” (Again my paraphrase)

    BTW, will you be at the Knit and Crochet Show in Portland in May? I decided to go again because I so enjoyed the classes and I can see my bro and sil. I hope I’ll see you there.

  2. It always brings me peace on a busy day, to stop and visit here Wanda, no matter how infrequently you manage time to blog, I’ll always be hanging here! Beautiful sentiments….I’m not a deeply religious person, but spiritual and finding my way!

  3. Green is quite fetching on Ms.Feather :^)
    I relate very much to your first paragraph.

    I have to admit to pure wonder reading your feelings/words of ‘not doing much of anything worthy’, I’ll even go as far as feeling gobsmacked, glad you got over that ;^)
    You know as well as anyone, I have no religious affiliations, yet it is something discussed in our home frequently… and always your name will pop up in my side of the conversation, as a shining witness if you may… whether you choose to write about it or not your relationship with God shines brightly and true with every word you write.
    Are the words always necessary? Does the sun talk? no, but there’s no mistaking the light.
    Deeds, living a life, the doing speaks much louder than words ever can. I know I’m rambling but just wanted you to know, you come through loud and clear.

  4. “For God is not unjust to forget your work and labor of love which you have shown toward His name, in that you have ministered to the saints, and do minister.”
    Hebrews 6:10

    Have a great day!
    Grannie Linda

  5. Oh, Wanda, what a wonderful testament to your faith and to the peace and joy that it brings you. Never doubt that you do good in this world, and that it most definitely matters.

  6. I learned at my ladies’ group meeting the other night that our faith shines out even when we feel shy and quiet about it. When we pull out of the driveway on Sunday morning, to go to church, people notice. When we could have taken God’s name in vain, but held our tongue, people notice. That’s God working through us, feeble though we may be. When you come to think about it, He doesn’t really need us to spread the gospel. But he gives us, even the shyest of us, the opportunity to witness and plant seeds.

  7. I think it is always challenge to empty ourselves of ourselves…we are human..we get in the way….thanks for such a thoughtful post Wanda 😉

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