I marvel at the way God knows when to send a special gift of encouragement our way at just the right time! It might be in a dream, a lost letter, a memory, something found that we'd forgotten about, or something in His Word, during a devotional that really speaks to us.
My grandmother was from a town in the thumb area of Michigan. And summer after summer I enjoyed staying with my grandparents as a young child, I was from the City and loved the small town they lived in. People knew everyone, their kids, their pets, their ancestors. The bond with them continued to grow as I grew and they got older.
Grandma was always using her hands for something exciting...she would make little sandwiches and we'd have tea parties, plant flowers and
carefully tend them. She'd knit afghans for her grandchildren as well as making beautiful quilts for each one. I remember the small thimble
she would use while doing her needle work. Placing her thimble on her finger she'd remark....I wouldn't want to sew without one.
A few years ago when Grandma left this earth for her new residence in Heaven, I bid farewell to a loving Grandmother... How quickly our lives
can change. We had just had tea together a couple of months earlier, on her 91st birthday. I missed her very much, but I noticed it mostly on my birthdays, because there was no card from Grandma. She'd never forgotten my birthday!
On one particular birthday when I was feeling a little low and a lot older. Something happened to make me feel like she was sharing that special
day with me. I was arranging some colorful pillows that she had made, and suddenly I felt something inside one pillow, it was small and hard.
I moved the object to a seam that I carefully opened, and to my delight out came a tiny silver thimble!
How happy I was to find something that had been a part of her. Not realizing it had fallen off her finger, I pictured her sewing it in that
little pillow that I just happened to fluff, to place on my bedspread that day. I carefully laid the thimble along side the others I've collected over the years, where I could continue to see the gift God chose to reveal to me. What a precious memory of a very special lady who somehow, I knew, was laughing in delight at sewing her thimble inside my pillow. I heated the tea kettle and made some tea, using my best china, as Grandma always did, and enjoyed my tea and Grandma's thimble. What a wonderful birthday that was!