Grandma and Buttons

My grandmother was a hairdresser and a seamstress.  There was a button factory in her town.  She would often take me with her to buy buttons.  There were huge (at least they seemed huge to a kid) baskets of buttons that were sold by the handful.

Grandma would hold out her hands and ask me to fill them with buttons.  I would gravitate to the pretty, shiny buttons and not want to pick out the drab white or black buttons.   Of course my grandmother made far more shirts with plain buttons on them than she did party dresses with the fancy buttons.  She would tell me that all the buttons were important.  Each button had a different function but everyone was important.

Then the life lesson came.  Buttons are like people, we all look different.  Some of us are attractive and others are more plain.  God values each of us no matter what we look like.  God has a use for each of us.

Thank you Grandma.  God loves us all.