~ A Simple Washcloth ~ A little cotton yarn, a hook … and a new perspective emerges


I’ve been taking a lot for granted lately, and feeling quite glum at times while doing so.  Then, scrolling through my Facebook feed, I saw an interesting post from a lady in a crochet group I joined.  Her post was sharing a request for people to crochet 10-inch square washcloths for a mission in Africa.

As I continued reading through the post, and of how something so simple and basic is not had by many that the mission helps, I was both humbled, and convicted (you know, that slight, digging sensation deep in your innermost being that nags at you until you see your error and feel truly remorseful).

It appeared that the drive was locally-based, but I wanted to contribute if it were possible.  Thankfully a lady in the group said I could mail any I chose to make to her, and she’d pass them along to the person hosting the drive along with hers.  Yay 🙂 (and thank you again, Brenda Jo 🙂 )

I set out to make 10 of the 10-inch washcloths, and had such a meaningful time making them.  I was glad to contribute.  I was glad that I could be part of the drive, even though I lived out of the area in which it was being run, and I was further glad that I was being part of something that was both helping another, and pulling me out of my self-centered funk.

My  younger son helped me choose the colors, and I looked for different stitches to use so that the cloths would be pretty as well as useful.  It was fun, and by the time I reached my 10th washcloth, I can say that my funk was no more 🙂

With each simple washcloth, as I crocheted along, I was reminded of how something so simple could actually make a difference in someone else’s life.  With each stitch, I thought of the mission, and of the people who would be receiving them ~ it made my heart happy, and more appreciative.

I was pleased with how they turned out (and even more pleased that I was able to participate 🙂 ).  Here are a few more of the washcloths that I made and sent off to the sweet lady who agreed to pass them along for me:




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