“Knitting hats has been my passion for many years, and I love to say my prayers to the steady rhythm of the stitches. But when I moved to South Florida a few months ago, it seemed silly to continue. Who’d need a warm hat where everyone wears shorts and flip-flops year-round?
“But I just couldn’t hang up my needles. Despite the tropical weather, I continued to prayer-knit hat after hat until I had a large box full of every color of the rainbow. Lord, what do I do with all of these? I asked. I wasn’t surprised when my prayer was met with silence. You probably have bigger things to tend to, I conceded, feeling discouraged.
“A few days later, I put the box of hats in my trunk to take to a thrift store. On my way, I stopped at a coffee shop to get a latte and overheard a young woman talking to her friend about being afraid of losing her hair once she underwent chemo. ‘I’m going to need a hat in every color,’ she teased, trying to keep her spirits up. With a thrill, I left the line and darted out to my car.
“A few minutes later, I handed the box to the woman. ‘I wasn’t sure why I was making these…but now I know they were for you,’ I said. She opened the box and beamed, tears filling her eyes.
‘They’re beautiful, Thank you! God heard my prayer,’ she said. I gave her a hug and a surge of joy filled my heart as I replied confidently, ‘He always does.’”
—Christy Watson, 43, Key West, FL