It would be perfect for his wife! But it would be just right for our daughter, too. I could see Judy in it; except for its not being black, which teenagers seem to prefer, it would fill a real need. If anybody could do with a sweater, Judy could! As I followed his progress around the table, I kept telling myself it wasn’t up to me to suggest he take this particular sweater to his wife. Maybe she owned dozens of cardi gans! I remembered the days when we cried with joy over unexpected treats in our Bolivian missionary barrels, and in recent days, our own awe at the delightful items offered to us at these “Gift Displays.” He would never reach out, on his own, and take that lovely sweater, or the pretty tie or the fabulous Tupper- wear; I could see that. . . . Now I know how it feels to be on the other end of a missionary barrel — in a way, I shared in the giving when I said, “ Look, your wife will just be thrilled when you come home tonight with this blue sweater!” He looked like Christmas, loaded down with the gifts, Tupperwear included. All the long way home I had a warm feeling around my heart, en visioning the delight on the young lady’s face when she knew such a beautiful sweater was hers. I could see her holding it against her face to feel its softness, knowing it would keep her warm in the cold winter of their chosen field. Above all, I was happy to know I had been privileged to share like all the “ civilians” in project Missionary Barrel. After all, Judy would get along — her old sweaters would do her awhile yet. God would supply. The house was quiet; the children had left the living room lamp burn ing for us. I peeked in their rooms. They had returned home from their church service, had a snack and now they were all sound asleep. Their school clothes were laid out in readi ness for Monday morning, every thing very neat and . . . I blinked; that was surely a black sweater, hanging by Judy’s bed. I tiptoed in, rubbed the sleeve between my fing ers. What a luxurious soft wool and such smart white buttons! “Well, Mom, how do you like it?” Judy, the next morning was bub bling, so excited about her school outfit sparked by the black cardigan. “ I can’t figure out why this lady at church should want to give this to me,” she puzzled. But I knew. The answer could be found in that greatest of all Treas ure Chests: “ But my God shall sup ply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.”
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