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Wednesday December 09th 2009, 1:28 pm
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I got an email from John.

I’m glad I FedExed that shawl.

That yarn that was so (for me, anyway) heavy and that made such a thick warm shawl? Especially with all that alpaca blended in with the soft wool and silk?

It was delivered to John, and then by him that day to the recipient, on a day in southern Mississippi where it was snowing.

Which happens, he told me, once or twice a decade there.


I’d only had 500 yards, so it had come out a bit short; I mentioned to John I’d been a little concerned about that.  I got told, she’s “little–I mean TINY!”


I’d been a little worried about the colorway–earthy tones, something that would look much better on someone with color to them rather than pale.

John laughed.  The woman was a very dark-complexioned African-American.


He said they didn’t stay to watch her reveling in it; she was ecstatic, she loved it, but could barely stand up long enough to tell him so, and they wished her a happy day and let her be.  But, as you can imagine, he and his missionary companion came away ecstatic themselves at seeing how very happy she was over being thought of (I did, and I prayed for her, even though I had no idea who she might be out there) and knit for and warmth to wrap around her on such a cold day and all these pretty colors and knitted leaves and autumn glory…

That yarn knew what it was doing when it leaped in my hands and demanded to be bought and knit, NOW.

And I can’t begin to tell you how glad I am that I did.  Merry Christmas just cannot get merrier than that.

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Beautiful story. It was meant to be.

Comment by Joansie 12.09.09 @ 3:32 pm

It’s bedtime for me and that is just about the best bedtime story!

Comment by LynnM 12.09.09 @ 3:34 pm

I love that story too, how it was just perfect for her.

I have a story related to you. I’m a cashier at Trader Joe’s and I saw an older gentleman with handknit gloves and scarf(not matching 😉 I asked him if he was a knitter or had a knitter friend. He said they were a gift from a patient. I paused for a moment, then said, “Could her name be Alison by any chance? To both of our surprise it was. But when I mentioned your last name it turned out to be different. He said his patient was from southern California. I just thought it was a lovely coincidence that there’s another Alison out there knitting for her doctors 🙂

Comment by Ariel 12.09.09 @ 6:46 pm


Nothing else need be said.

Comment by Margo Lynn 12.09.09 @ 6:57 pm

What a lovely connection :-}

Comment by Diana Troldahl 12.09.09 @ 7:03 pm

All your objections about the amount of yarn, the warmth of the yarn, the color of the yarn are reminiscent of Moses’ protests that he wasn’t any good at public speaking. Yet God has used your hands and inspiration, too. Praise be!

Comment by Barbara-Kay 12.09.09 @ 7:29 pm

Okay, you got me sniffling.

You sweet thing you.

Comment by Afton 12.09.09 @ 8:43 pm

One never knows. The yarn was too heavy. There was not enough of it. Not your style. Wrong color. Well, turns out everything was right — even delivered to the right knitter. Beautiful story.

Humor –

My young grandson called the other day to wish me Happy Birthday. He asked me how old I was, and I told him, “62.” He was quiet for a moment, and then he asked, “Did you start at 1?”

Comment by Don Meyer 12.09.09 @ 9:07 pm

Glad the story can now be told.

Comment by Amanda 12.09.09 @ 9:42 pm

What a wonderful story. It was just meant to be.When everything works out its a wonderful thing. Pat

Comment by pat flores 12.10.09 @ 4:10 am

Such generosity from you and yours, and the stories you kindly share with us about the generous people you encounter, makes me smile and feel warm inside everytime.

I need to open my ears and my heart better, I suppose, to hear those vibes, those screams from patterns and yarns. Is that a gift or a skill that can be aquired?

Comment by Suzanne in Mtl 12.10.09 @ 6:28 am

Hi, Sister Hyde. My name is Trina Caudle – I’m in the ward in Vicksburg where John is currently serving. Just wanted to say hello and that we really appreciate Elder Hyde and his kind spirit! He’s very excited to go home, but he’ll be missed here. He has definitely been an asset to the ward and the missionary work.

I’m so curious now about who he gave the shawl to, and if I’ll see it show up at church any time soon. (And boy howdy, has it been cold! Winter in Mississippi is normally in the 60s. It was 31 at 8 am today.)

Comment by treen 12.10.09 @ 7:42 am

Hooray! I just knew it would be spot-on!!!

Comment by Channon 12.10.09 @ 8:01 am

you never fail to touch my heart with these stories (and I would love to feel that certainty of having been guided!)

Comment by Bev 12.10.09 @ 10:09 am

Yes, it was ALL perfect! Wonderful story, Alison. Your blog is always such a cheerful place to visit.

Comment by Karen 12.10.09 @ 2:42 pm

This is just the way things are supposed to be. Everything works out for the best.

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