My Granny Dish

It is amazing how God sweetly brings back those childhood memories to us and how He does it! Recently, I was on the lookout for this cute little jar with a pretty lid. I knew in my mind what I wanted but hadn't run across the perfect little item I wanted. You know what I mean? You know in your mind sorta what you want but you can't quite put your finger on it till you SEE IT! I wanted to use it in my remodeled bathroom on my shelf. In the midst of shopping for the guest bathroom (we're remodeling now) I spotted this older gentlemen having his own little yard sale out of the back of his truck. He just so happen to be in the same parking lot that I was going to park in. So....I HAD to see what he had on those tables sitting out by his truck!!!! I looked over at one table and saw some neat books, and then on another table what I really do call as JUNK, and then....then....I spotted it! The pretty round dish with the beautiful lid...sitting right there waiting on me to purchase it. The older man spoke up and said, "My sister sells Avon and she had a bunch of junk like this that apparently they carry no more so told me If I could sell it I could have it." He said, "It has powder in it! Still sealed up too." Junk I thought? This is my little treasure I have been looking for. I told him that I didn't really care about the powder but loved the dish. The price tag on it was $5 but after all, I was shopping at a parking lot yard sale so I offered him $2 and he took it. After Sunday dinner my youngest daughter was looking at our affects of a remodeled bed and bathroom and spotted the dish. She said it looked like something my granny used to have and then reminded me that when she and sisters were young and they would spend the night with granny and papa that after their baths granny would always put her powder on them to make them smell good! I immediately thought of how I do the same thing with my grandchildren. When my granddaughters get out from their bath I put smelly stuff on them and of course my grandson has to have some of papa's deodorant on him. They immediately run into the living room so papa can smell them and tell them how good they smell. My dish is now called my "granny dish". Isn't it amazing that God can use such wonderful memories to flow generation after generation.