Just A Penny
Several years ago, a friend of mine and her husband were invited to spend the weekend at the husband's employer's home. My friend, Arlene, was nervous about the weekend. The boss was very wealthy, with a fine home on the waterway, and cars costing more than her house. The first day and evening went well, and Ariene was delighted to have this rare glimpse into how the very wealthy live. The husbard's employer was quite generous as host. and took them to the finest restaurants. Arlene knew she would never have the opportunity to indulge in this kind of extravagance again, so was enjoying herseif immensely. As the three of them were about to enter an exciusive restaurant that evening, the boss was walking slightly ahead of Ariene and her husband. He stopped suddenly, looking down on the pavement for a long, silent moment. Arlene wondered 1f she was supposed to pass him. There was nothing on the ground except a single darkened penny that someone had dropped, and a few cigarette butts. Still silent, the man reached down and picked up the penny. He held lt up and smiled, then put lt in his pocket as if he had found a great treasure.	How absurd! What need did this man have for a single penny? Why would he even take the time to stop and pick lt up? Throughout dinner, the entire scene nagged at her. Finaliy, she could stand lt no ionger. She causally mentioned that her daughter once had a coln collection, and asked if the penny he had found had been of some vaiue. A smile crept across the man's face as he reached into his pocket for the penny and held lt out for her to see. She had seen many pennies before! What was the point of this? "Look at lt." He said. "Read what lt says." She read the words "United States of America." "No, not that; read further." "One cent?" "No, keep reading." "In God we Trust?" "Yes" "And?"	"And if I trust in God, the name of God is holy, even on a coin. Whenever I find a coin I see that inscription. lt is written on every single United States coln, but we never seem to notice it! God drops a message right in front of me telling me to trust Him? Who am I to pass lt by? When I see a coln, I pray, I stop to see if my trust is in God at that moment. I pick the coln up as a response to God; that I do trust in Him. For a short time, at least, I cherish lt as if lt were gold. I think lt is God's way of starting a conversation with me. Lucky for me, God is patient and pennies are plentiful! When I was out shopping today, I found a penny on the sidewalk. I stopped and picked lt up, and realized that I had been worrying and fretting in my mmd about things I cannot change. I read the words, "In God We Trust," and had to laugh. Yes, God, I get the message. lt seems that I have been finding an inordinate number of pennies in the last few months, but then, pennies are plentiful! And God is patient...
This was sent to me. lt is a reminder of that still small voice. Wouldn't lt be a great world if we all found pennies to keep reminding us

Just A Penny

Several years ago, a friend of mine and her husband were invited to spend the weekend at the husband's employer's home. My friend, Arlene, was nervous about the weekend. The boss was very wealthy, with a fine home on the waterway, and cars costing more than her house. The first day and evening went well, and Ariene was delighted to have this rare glimpse into how the very wealthy live.

The husbard's employer was quite generous as host. and took them to the finest restaurants. Arlene knew she would never have the opportunity to indulge in this kind of extravagance again, so was enjoying herseif immensely. As the three of them were about to enter an exciusive restaurant that evening, the boss was walking slightly ahead of Ariene and her husband. He stopped suddenly, looking down on the pavement for a long, silent moment. Arlene wondered 1f she was supposed to pass him. There was nothing on the ground except a single darkened penny that someone had dropped, and a few cigarette butts. Still silent, the man reached down and picked up the penny. He held lt up and smiled, then put lt in his pocket as if he had found a great treasure.

How absurd! What need did this man have for a single penny? Why would he even take the time to stop and pick lt up? Throughout dinner, the entire scene nagged at her. Finaliy, she could stand lt no ionger. She causally mentioned that her daughter once had a coln collection, and asked if the penny he had found had been of some vaiue. A smile crept across the man's face as he reached into his pocket for the penny and held lt out for her to see. She had seen many pennies before!

What was the point of this?
"Look at lt." He said. "Read what lt says."
She read the words "United States of America."
"No, not that; read further."
"One cent?"
"No, keep reading."
"In God we Trust?"
"Yes"

"And?"

"And if I trust in God, the name of God is holy, even on a coin. Whenever I find a coin I see that inscription. lt is written on every single United States coln, but we never seem to notice it! God drops a message right in front of me telling me to trust Him?

Who am I to pass lt by?
When I see a coln, I pray, I stop to see if my trust is in God at that moment. I pick the coln up as a response to God; that I do trust in Him. For a short time, at least, I cherish lt as if lt were gold. I think lt is God's way of starting a conversation with me. Lucky for me, God is patient and pennies are plentiful!

When I was out shopping today, I found a penny on the sidewalk. I stopped and picked lt up, and realized that I had been worrying and fretting in my mmd about things I cannot change. I read the words, "In God We Trust," and had to laugh. Yes, God, I get the message. lt seems that I have been finding an inordinate number of pennies in the last few months, but then, pennies are plentiful! And God is patient...

This was sent to me. lt is a reminder of that still small voice.
Wouldn't lt be a great world if we all found pennies to keep reminding us