Great grandmothers little dresser.
![Image](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJNP1heONxHZ_qPEXpH42KPs4AvdnFqvs_zEIqeqLZ9IPgLxCcETfp5M3Xf1Uy8jb2ej8K1vsEi6zmITT9NlrFt-F_oEsuCvxmvqiXSq6XTWNETzVwhg5qZQ12zuxEEtnRH1_jK5DdROI/s640/blogger-image--2077826110.jpg)
I am amazed, sometimes, at how things work out without you realizing it. I have this little antique dresser in my house that was once my great grandmothers, according to my mother. I looked at that dresser a little while ago, as I moved it to vacuum under it, and it occurred to me that it would not be sitting there if it weren't for some intervention from God or family from heaven watching over me. It was a dresser that was used by other people in my mothers family including my siblings and I when we were children. It has been passed around, painted different colors and then stripped to its original wood. When my husband and I decided to move my great grandparents house, my mother said she wanted the dresser to go in this house once we moved in. She liked the idea of it going back into its original home. Then my parents got a divorce. It wasn't a very nice divorce and at some point my mother wanted to take the small dresser with her. My dad reminded her tha...