Love Poem: My Nancy Hat
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Written by: Curtis Johnson

My Nancy Hat

There is a dear lady who would be considered one of the great pillars                                                                  in our church.  She never ceases to reach out to others in and out                                                                         of the church, whether young or old.  She simply feels that it is                                                                someone's duty to answer a call to do this, that, or the other.                                                                                  So often, it turns out that what needs to be said or done                                                                                           is difficult, but our dear lady has the attitude that, "Lord, if no                                                                            one else desires to do it, why not me"?

I tell you, I know of great deeds done and wise words spoken                                                                                by our dear lady, but I shall share just one deed done by her                                                                               for me.  It was most unusual and surprising but much appreciated,                                                               touching and moving me deeply. She is most assuredly a conduit                                                                         through which God works.  God often does things for us that we                                                                   never bother to ask of him.  He cares about even the little things.

There was a time in my life that I never paid attention to roses,                                                                                   much less pausing to smell them.  I mostly saw the forest but                                                                        never the trees.  Things are different now, and I see and observe                                                                           much more than I used to. That is why my heart was so blessed                                                                         when Nancy made a hat designed just for me.  She did not know                                                                              that I treasured a warm and comfortable head in the winter season,                                                                 whether indoors or out.

You see, before Nancy made the hat for me, I would wear my cap                                                                      around the house indoors. Until my wife learned better about my                                                                      peculiar habits, she would ask, "Where are you going?" My response                                                                  was simply, "Nowhere honey, I just don't want my head to be cold".                                                                       I am certain that Nancy had no way of knowing about 'my cold-headed                                                          ways', but The Lord certainly did and cared enough to tell Nancy to make                                                           me "A Nancy Hat".
Originally written in 051010; slightly edited and posted on 060321