I read this story years ago (the author is unknown) and haven’t looked at a penny the same again; I was reminded of this story a few days ago after a few events happened. Please read my comments at the end of the blog and I hope this story blesses you….

You always hear the usual stories of pennies on the sidewalk being good luck, gifts from angels, etc. Here’s a twist on the story:

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 Arlene was delighted to have this rare glimpse into how the very wealthy live. The husband’s employer was quite generous as a 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 herself immensely.

As the three of them were about to enter an exclusive restaurant that evening, the boss was walking slightly ahead of Arlene and her husband. He stopped suddenly, looking down on the pavement for a long, silent moment.

Arlene wondered if 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 it up and smiled, then put it 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 it up?

Throughout dinner, the entire scene nagged at her. Finally, she could stand it no longer. She casually mentioned that her daughter once had a coin collection, and asked if the penny he had found had been of some value.  A smile crept across the man’s face as he reached into his pocket for the penny and held it out for her to see. She had seen many pennies before! What was the point of this?  ‘Look at it,’ he said. ‘Read what it 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?’

He explained, ‘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. It is written on every single United States coin, 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 it by? When I see a coin, I pray, I stop to see if my trust IS in God at that moment. I pick the coin up as my response to God; that I do trust in Him. For a short time, at least, I cherish it as if it were gold. I think it 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 it up, and realized that I had been worrying and fretting in my mind about things I cannot change. I read the words, ‘In God We Trust,’ and had to laugh. Yes, God, I get the message.

So, this is where my story begins. Here is my ‘most recent’ penny story. I recently moved to another town and I am struggling with all the demands of selling my house and the events that have taken place recently. As I was sitting, resting in my garage after cleaning out my house I looked down, there was a penny between my feet. I had just disassembled a desk that was super heavy with the air conditioning off in my house so I was drenched in sweat. I was feeling beat down and super tired but this penny reminded me that God does care.

The same day before I left my office, I was talking to a coworker and we both saw something roll down the hallway around the corner under my closed office door. We were both surprised, giggled and wondered what rolled under the door. I explained, ‘I will check that out tomorrow because I need to go home to move a desk out of my house.’ The next morning, I walk into my office and there is a penny in the middle of my office floor. So, not only was I being reminded to trust in God as I sat in my garage but he was trying to get my attention one hour beforehand. I know some of you will say this is a coincidence but I do not believe in that. In the Hebrew language the word coincidence does not exist!

I believe in pennies from heaven because I believe God blesses those who diligently seek him and that it gives him great joy to show us his love. I encourage you to look for the little blessings and things that happen every day. God does want to have a conversation with you, maybe that will start with a penny!



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