I had just taken a pan of biscuits out of the oven when there was a knock at my door. It was my next-door neighbor. She wanted to borrow a light bulb.
I asked her in while I went to my stash of bulbs to find the size she needed. When I returned to the kitchen, I asked her if she had eaten supper yet. She said she hadn't, so I dished up a plate of stew and biscuits for her. After we ate, she said she had to get home as she was waiting for a visitor to show up. When I opened the door for her, she said that I should look out in the hall near the door - that she almost forgot what she had set down there. This lady had a stroke a while back, and as a result she sometimes forgets things, and has to do things like set down a parcel in order to be able to knock on a door.
When I stuck my head out to look, I spotted a pile of fabric. She said that she knows I sew and thought I could use it. She said she can't sew any more and she wanted me to have it. I tried to pay her, but she wouldn't hear of it.
After she went back home I took a closer look at the fabric. There are at least 6 yards of a lighter blue denim and another 8 yards of navy denim. Wow! What a wonderful addition to my fabric stash. I'm not sure just how I will use it all yet, but no doubt it will be put to good use.
Bless her heart. You just don't find neighbors like Alberta every day.
God's Word for Saturday, 10/21/17
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