Welcome home Granny

A poem penned to remember my dear old Granny who passed away earlier this month...

My Granny’s button box

My Granny has a button box,

Nestled on a shelf,

With precious treasures from times gone by

Jumbled within itself.

Sunday best, pearled finery,

Maternity and uniform dress,

Sturdy khaki dungarees,

A hand stitched woolen vest.

Threads once worn were cast away,

Captive to frays of time.

Buttons dwindled in aging decay -

Ne’er to lock another eye. 

And now, alas, the box is not.

Faded buttons are re-sewn near,

Though fabric and now box are lost,

Her thread has not ended here.

For God finds what is lost in past,

He will restore every wisp -

Box and buttons remade to last,

Forever safe in His grip.

My Granny was a button box,

Nestled on a shelf,

Now God eternally clothes her

In glory from Christ Himself.

Granny, while we are at home in the body we are away from you – and when we are at home with the Lord, there you also shall be. Every Wednesday you prayed for your Grandchildren to know the riches of God’s eternal grace. I praise God that He answered your prayers and that I share this confidence with you. I rejoice knowing for certain that you have moved to Gods eternal dwelling.

2 Cor 5:1-7

For we know that if our temporary, earthly dwelling is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal dwelling in the heavens, not made with hands. Indeed, we groan in this body, desiring to put on our dwelling from heaven, since, when we are clothed, we will not be found naked. Indeed, we groan while we are in this tent, burdened as we are, because we do not want to be unclothed but clothed, so that mortality may be swallowed up by life. And the One who prepared us for this very purpose is God, who gave us the Spirit as a down payment. So, we are always confident and know that while we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord.