My late wife had the uncanny ability to take care of my material needs, even when I could not see them. This prompt allowed me to recall the day recently, when I was forced to retire some tried and true clothes, to find that I was not in need of going out to replace them, because she had purchased some of my favourite brands before her death. I told her at the time it wasn’t necessary, as I had plenty. Little did I know.
It is amazing what faith and determination can accomplish.
There are many, when misfortune befalls them, that will bemoan their lot and blame the world. Others will turn to criminality or immorality to “make ends meet.”
This is not the story of one of those, but of a woman of faith. Her’s was a faith in her God, herself, and in the principles of enterprise and thrift.
She had found herself in the situation of having to provide for her own needs, and those of her three children. She had practical talents in arts and crafts, but little monetarily. What she had – she invested; not in speculative ventures, but in real feet-on-the-ground practicality. She knit, she crocheted, she fabricated slippers. She above all believed in her principles.
She secured for herself a market place. While only a stall on the pavement – it produced. It produced income. It produced an outlet for her creativity. It produced an enduring example of what true character can achieve.
Through it all, her devotion remained strong. Through her servant nature, her children were not only provided for, but believed themselves secure. And secure they were in her love.
She had some yarn in Africa, but she wove more than mere crochet.
I had two very moving and very similar conversations earlier this week, one with a Black American woman and the other a White South African. They resonate in my heart, as they are not isolated. I had one almost identical with an African-American woman a couple of years ago as she prepared to return to the USA. Why moving? They are moving because these are godly women, wanting no more that what’s best for their families, safety for their children, and to be able to live their lives without being targeted just for the colour of their skin, or the perceived “otherness” prescribed on them by others. Each is in my prayers, and each needs to be stood up and protected by those of us who have the means.