I have this thing about odd socks. I'm so sure that eventually the mate will show up that I've spent the last 30 years holding onto every lonely only that came out of the dryer. Once every couple of months I dump them all out and try to match them up. The result is discouraging to say the least.
Last Tuesday I FINALLY got fed up with it. I determined to once and for all go through the sock basket, match up everything I could, and get rid of the rest. The laundry was done and the house was relatively clean so I knew that there shouldn't be any stragglers hiding in the dark recesses under MG's bed. After three hours of the kind of frustration that only comes from putting a puzzle together just to find out there are pieces missing I'd finally managed to match what was matchable. The rest I dumped in a repurposed dry cleaning bag and posted it on Freecycle.
Mandi's son, Zachary, is disabled. Last Tuesday Mandi was reading Zach a book in which there were sock puppets. When her little guy's eyes lit up and he said he wanted to make some sock puppets like those in the book Mandy immediately emailed her church group asking for odd socks.
Wednesday morning one of Mandi's church lady friends phoned her to say that she'd just seen a bag of odd socks offered on Freecycle. She gave Mandi my email address.
Sitting at Subway enjoying a rare good day with MG, my phone beeped notifying me I'd received a new email (yes, in addition to twittering my life away I'm an email freak). When I read the email I immediately called Mandi and scheduled a meeting at 4:00 for her to come pick up the bag. In less than 24 hours the socks were on their way to a new and more purposeful life.
Coincidence? I don't think so. I think it's yet another in a long line of Godincidences that have blessed my life. And it is yet another reminder that God truly does have it all covered.
Peace, Blessings, and Lambchop Love to all!