This may look like a little thimble to you, but to me, it means so much more. The story goes back more than 30 years to when I was a little girl. One day while visiting my grandmother she told me about this little gold thimble and said that when she died, she wanted me to have it. I'm not sure how old I was at the time, but I never expected my sweet grandma to go to heaven when I was 11. After she died, we stayed at my grandfather's house for awhile helping take care of things, but my little gold thimble wasn't found. Eventually, someone found it and made sure that it made its way to me. I treasured this little gift from my grandmother, moving it from place to place and state to state every time the Lord had a new place for us. My 40th birthday came and was truly a difficult day. I was exhausted emotionally and physically while working through my dear mother-in-law's recent stroke. There was no time to celebrate that day. For so...