Break Out The Knitting Yarn....

Blessed be the LORD my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight, my goodness and my fortress, my high tower, and my deliverer,

(Psalm 144, King James Bible)

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So.... I was down on my knees in the living room this morning.

I was praying to The Lord.

I was praying very earnestly. I was asking the Lord to help Blaine get through what Blaine was positive would occur today--- the trauma of losing his job at Sprint, along with several hundred other hapless employees.

And I was praying to ask The Lord for the strength which Blaine and I would need to get through the subsequent financial devastation that would follow losing our only income--- and the dismal employment prospects Blaine would face in the current economy.

And not 15 minutes after I had gotten up off my knees and poured myself a cup of coffee, the telephone rang.

It was Blaine.

"I didn't lose my job..." he began.

Holy Hannah and Great Jehosaphat, he survived the job cuts!

"But I'm going to come on home in a little while," he continued. "They told me to go home for the rest of the day since it's such chaos and mourning over here--- hundreds of people are losing their jobs right and left and it's a total, sad mess--- there are people weeping in the hallways..."

But we are among the lucky ones!

And then, in my relief, my spirits were suddenly lifted up so much that I couldn't help myself--- because as a recovering alcoholic I can no longer toast good fortune with champagne--- and so I found myself blurting out: "Let's go get some yarn!"

Okay, in my defense, yarn is safe as a method of celebrating. Nobody ever got pulled over on the highway and then hauled off to jail for driving their vehicle under the influence of yarn, right? And nobody ever made a complete fool of themself at the company Christmas party because they were knitting, okay? And nobody has ever thrown up because they knitted too much yarn....

And, for that matter, I have never gotten a wicked, lay-down-and-die hangover from knitting too much yarn...

And one doesn't "see double" from knitting..... oh, wait a minute.... yeah, sometimes after knitting for about six hours straight without looking up from my work, I kinda do start seeing double....

You get the picture....

"Sure, Bo," Blaine said, chuckling. "We can go get some yarn... we can go next Friday, when I get paid."

He survived the job cuts!

Thank You, Dear Lord.....thank You...

And also, God...please help those who were not so fortunate...

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