“Every year, my Bible group chooses a charity to donate to during the holidays. In the past, I always wrote a nice big check, but after a knee replacement, medical bills made my budget so tight that I could barely afford rent or groceries. Still, I didn’t say one word when I got the name of the cancer center they’d chosen, embarrassed and ashamed to have nothing to offer. As they spoke excitedly about donating, all I could do was question why God couldn’t use me. I was the odd one out.
“I decided to do the only thing I could and crochet hats for those who had lost their hair during chemo. After making two dozen, I boxed them up with a note saying how I wished I could do more but hoped the hats would be able to bring their patients joy.
“Two weeks later, I received a letter from a nurse at the center. They’d just lost a 17-year-old, Jennifer, on the very day my donation arrived. Jennifer had loved to crochet hats for the other patients, but had declined in her last months and was unable to keep up with the ritual. When my box came, the nurse said she felt like God had used me to carry on Jennifer’s passion and bring comfort to the staff and patients. She ended her letter by saying they’d formed a prayer group that day, where staff, friends and family could find great healing in God’s grace.
“I often look back on that lean year when I thought God couldn’t use me. Now I know it’s when we only have our heart to give that He can transform that gift into something priceless.”
—Selma White, 35, Burlington, VT