My New Slippers

I have a new pair of slippers!

My friend Russ is a multi-talented and very generous person. One of the things he does in his spare time is make doll houses. Incredibly intricately-designed with wallpaper, molding etc. It takes him hundreds and hundreds of hours to make each one – and he has made many (no two alike) for his young relatives and children of friends. He delights in their delight when he gives the houses to them.

Another thing Russ makes is slippers – colorful, handknit, warm slippers. I admired his one day when I was visiting and Russ immediately said, “I’ll make you a pair.” And he did, with beautiful blues and purples.

When they were made, I was invited over to “felt” the slippers with Russ, which involved putting the slippers into a very hot washing machine until the knit both became “felted” and shrunk to the correct size of my feet. This required Russ standing at the washing machine and periodically pulling the slippers out so I could try them on. When they were correctly sized, he stuffed them with newspaper to dry them.

I share all of this, not as a “how-to” for readers who may wish to make slippers, but to share something of the time and energy Russ put into making my slippers for me.

What an amazing gift! The slippers feel wonderful and warm my feet. And I love the colors. But that is really only the secondary part of the gift. The real gift is the love and the labor of my friend. I wear my slippers knowing they are the work of the hands of someone who loves and cares for me. And that is an awfully nice feeling.

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3 thoughts on “My New Slippers

  1. And you wear your skin, knowing it is a work of the hands of someone who loves and cares for you. Good bless Russ (and others like him) who give us object lessons of God’s love for us.

  2. After being a hospice Spiritual counselor for the last 8 years, I conversed with many who considered themselves athiest, and who wished to believe so they could see their loved ones again. I came to hope that at the time of their death that they were met by the most amazing unconditional love that it was irresistible. And then, I began thinking about the Imago Dei, that is within each of us, and God’s love would still embrace them, even in their resistance or disbelief. As for Hell? My belief was as yours was as a child. I am not sure that I believe in hell, but I do definitely believe in the existence of evil. So maybe there is hell, but as with heaven, it is beyond our imagination.

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