Remember the pennies that I found a little while ago? Well, I have been on some kind of penny marathon since then and it is mystifying. Have there always been this many pennies, or is God telling me something? I found a penny in our garage soon after the original incident, then I saw 2 on the ground at Cedar Point. I feel a bit guilty that I did not pick those up. I mean I dug out 7 cents from the bottom of a shop vac for Pete's sake yet I didn't have the gumption to bend over and pick up these two. The ground seemed so far away. Then, I saw 2 more on the garage floor of a neighbors house when I was helping with a Luau, but I felt they weren't my pennies to pick up. Then, while visiting my in-laws this past weekend another penny surfaced. I was getting ready for bed and had my glasses on so my vision wasn't perfect. I saw something copper colored in the corner by the sewing table and it looked kind of like a leaf. My mother-in-law is an impeccable housekeeper, so I was surprised. I bent down to do my part in the upkeep of the room and when I reached over I felt money instead of foliage...a penny. How odd. I was still pondering the new penny on our way home and when we stopped for gas, I stepped out of the car, took about 2 steps and saw a penny. I picked that one up, giggled a little and decided that the rest of life will be quite fun. Each time I find one I think that God may be reminding me that there is value in everyone...
I found a great verse here. I am going to try and remember it on those nights when tossing and turning is getting out of hand and sleep is far away: