Small Treasures

My sister lives in my parents house. In Oklahoma. We live in California. We haven't cleaned out the house. My sister decided she would do it since she is going to stay back there. She sent me some things she thought I would like and today I got the box. One of the things I will admit to you, is I am a very emotional person. I am a crier. A Hallmark ad or a something sad, it doesn't even have to be sad, I cry over happy things too. I hate it about myself more than you can possibly know. Today I got the box, I stared at it. I didn't want to open it. My daughter came in and we opened it together.

Here are some things that were in it.

 Little tiny medicine bottles. She wanted to send things to put on the shelf that my husband made for me.

A little tiny salt and pepper shaker. I thought it was really cute.

A little tiny oil lamp that hangs on the wall. I love that it is cobalt blue. I wish I used oil lamps sometime. I love to watch them flicker.

She sent me a hen on the nest. This one is made of Carnival Glass. My Mom had three, so she asked which one I wanted and I told her to pick one for me. I think it is so cute.

 

Then she sent this too. Just a tiny little house for my shelf. She found in the things she was going through a letter sent to me in January 1969 It seems that I sent my Grandpa a thank you letter for the Christmas presents he sent that year and he wrote me back and sent a picture. Why my parents kept it I don't know but I was so thankful to receive it today. It made me remember that I was living a normal happy life and nine months later, my Mom would be gone and my life as I knew it would be forever changed. My sister also sent a notebook filled with my birth Mom's handwriting. Do you know that since she died when I was eleven I have wanted something with her handwriting. Anything at all. I opened today, and to see her handwriting. It was like receiving a gift I have longed for all of my life. So deep has been the longing even after all of these years, for one more touch. To see her handwriting helped me just a bit. To put back a missing piece in my life.
I think this poems says it the best of how I feel when God allows things I don't understand.


~Kim~ 
   

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The Weaver

My life is but a weaving Between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colours, He worketh steadily.
Oft-times He weaveth sorrow,
And I, in foolish pride
forget He sees the upper,
And I the under side.
Not till the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful,
In the Weaver's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern he has planned.
He knows, He loves, He cares -
Nothing this truth can dim;
He gives the very best to those
Who leave the choice with Him.