When I was a girl, my mom sewed.
She’d learned to make her own clothes in highschool and my grandparents bought her a sewing machine for her highschool graduation gift.
I remember wearing pretty frilly dresses my mother had made.
I recall trips to the fabric store.
These were normally pretty dull, because I couldn’t understand why it took so long to look through all the bolts of fabric in the big bins.
Obviously, I had no idea what discount bins were, nor why Mom was having to search through the many different types of fabric to find the ones she wanted.
But I never got tired of looking at the rows of paper-backed buttons.
When it was time for Mom to begin her sewing project, she’d carefully gather all the needed items and if she was going to use buttons on the dress, she’d get out her big jar.
Where Mom got such a large assortment of old buttons and what happened to it later, I have no idea.
I loved the button jar!
Sometimes, she’d let me dump out some and play with them.
It was one of my favorite things to do.
It felt like a treasure hunt and fun category game rolled into one.
I could sort the buttons by size and then color, and save the really unique ones by themselves.
I always felt a little put out when it was time to scoop them all back into the jar, special ones included.
Today, I got to relive the fun of that childhood memory.
A while back I got a small plastic container with a mish-mash of buttons.
I didn’t have time to sort them into my sewing box, so they’ve sat in a drawer waiting.
I’m working on a pair of little girl backpacks for our neighbors and realized I needed some buttons.
As I dumped out the container the memories of childhood popped up.
And I enjoyed this mini sorting game, looking for the “treasure” buttons that will go on the bags.
Praise and thanksgiving followed.
“Lord, thank You for providing these buttons for this project and many others.”
“Jesus, thank You for my mom, who put in so much extra time making clothes for my sister and I.”
“Lord, thank You for the ability to make things, and the supplies I need to do it.”
“Thank You, for the memory, something I’d forgotten about my childhood that You have given me back all through a few buttons.”
James 1:17 KJV — Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.
Praise the Lord!
Dear Lord Jesus,
Thank You so much for today. Thank You for this mini reminder of my past and how You were with me then just as You are with me now. I love that You are timeless. Thank You for using such a tiny unimportant thing to bring me joy. Thank You for Your gifts, they are amazing. May my life bring glory to Your name. I love You. Amen.