"It Was A Matter Of Keenest Regret" ~ Aunt Kate

Chapter 9 

Before the summer was very far advanced I became aware that another baby was on its way. This meant that more than ever a little money was necessary. Then the women from whom we were renting our house decided that she wanted to occupy it herself and gave me notice. As I was in no condition to go house hunting I concluded to return to the home belonging to us in Rail Road Flat. 

We moved in September, leaving our store bill unpaid, a matter to me of keenest regret. Many a night afterward I lay awake planning how to get enough ahead to pay that bill. It was years before I had the money, but at length I succeeded in raising the amount and sent it with a joyful heart and straightened shoulders to the merchant we owed, who received it as gladly and as thankfully. He wrote that it seemed as if the money had come from God to help pay for medical help for his sick wife. "God moves in mysterious ways." (to be Continued)

Love,
Grammy T.

If Ye Do It Unto The Least Of These My Brethren

Cute little Fleece Blankets for trauma victims at the hospital.

 Mr. Alligator, Thank you Linda.

Cute Rag Quilts

Today you will notice a change to my blog.
 No more ads.
If  you clicked to help me you are awesome, thank you. 
But I told my assistants and my Bishops cute wife a month ago
 that I felt that Heavenly Father would make my funds last like the 
flour barrel that never went empty. 


(1 Kings 17.1-15) Elijah the prophet came to the town gate, he found a widow there. She was gathering up a few dry, dusty sticks.


Elijah said to her, “Please, would you bring me some water in a jar to drink?” As she was going to get some water for this complete stranger, Elijah called out to her, “And please, bring me some bread!”


“Sir,” the woman said to Elijah, “As sure as the Lord your God lives, I don’t have any bread!” At least the poor widow seemed to know there was a God in heaven, she just wasn't sure who he was, or why he was making life so difficult.


The widow said, “All I have left in this world is a handful of flour and a little jar of oil. I am gathering up these sticks so that I can make one last meal for my son and me. And then we will die.”


Elijah said to the widow, “Do not worry. Go home and do just what you planned to do. But before you do, make a small loaf of bread for me. And then, from what you have left, make a loaf of bread for you and your son. For this is what the Lord, the God of Israel has promised, ‘The flour will not be used up and the jar of oil will not run dry until the day the LORD gives rain on the land.


And so, that is exactly what the widow did.


And day after day there was water to drink and food to eat. The flour was not used up, and the jar of oil did not run dry - just as God had promised! 


And yesterday it happened. My Humanitarian barrel is not empty or 
near empty anymore. 
And I am so thankful for that and I know that the Lord is 
mindful of our little gifts. 
One of  my favorite scripture says:


Verily I say unto you, inasmuch as ye have done it 
unto one of the least of these
 my brethren, 
ye have done it unto me. 
(Matt. 25:35-40). 

Love,
Grammy T.