grandma's sewing box

I have inherited my grandma's sewing box.  It's a special treasure for me.  

 There are unique little gadgets in it and beautiful colors of thread.  

 I got all teary when I found this 3x5 card tucked inside the box that she had typed a poem on.

Bring me Your Flowers Now


I'd rather have one little rose 
in the garden of my friend;
than to have the choicest flowers
when my stay on earth must end.


I'd rather have the kindest words 
which may now be said to me;
than be flattered when I'm gone
and life has ceased to be.


I'd rather have a loving smile
from friends I know are true;
than tears shed 'round my casket
when I've bid the world adieu.


Bring me all your flowers today
whether pink or white or red;
I'd rather have one blossom now
-than a truckload when I'm dead.

My grandma loved flowers.  Her gardens were beautiful.  She knew plants and trees and enjoyed God's creation more than anyone I have ever known.  Grandma taught us how to make holly hock dolls.  She had collections of rocks, shells, nuts, eggs, nests, and pinecones.  As much as she enjoyed nature and cultivated and displayed it's beauty around her she cared more her own and others spiritual condition.  She studied God's Word regularly and shared His love with others.  I miss my grandma.  I'm so thankful for all the memories, lessons learned, and time spent.  I truly think that every observance I had of her showed me a glimpse of Jesus.

Since Jason's infection a year ago I have thought about the shortness and uncertainty of life on a regular basis.  I hope that I show God's love as I have the opportunity to NOW and not wait for LATER.  It may never come.   Some things that were once terribly important to me aren't anymore and other things that didn't seem to matter so much are infinitely valuable.

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On a side note, does anyone know what these little leather finger tip things are?  I assume they are some sort of old thimble.  Just curious.