Pennies From Heaven
Pennies on the sidewalk in the street, look … there’s another one right at my feet. They leave a trail, I know not where.
I’ll never go broke, these pennies are mounting up. It’s funny it’s silly, a grown woman picking up pennies. Lord, what are you trying to tell me? Is the meaning hidden somewhere in these pennies?
So many pennies all stored in a jar; some shiny some dull, some tarnished, I can see them all. They all look so different but their value is the same. They’re still just pennies, pennies that don’t look the same.
They remind me of the people I’ve met on my journey in this universe. Lord, is that the answer to it all? They’re people not pennies in that jar.
White and black, young and old; some have money, others are pretty needy. Each touched my life in some small way. Good or bad, it made me the person I am today. We’re all God’s children. We don’t look the same. Just like those pennies, our value is the same.
God speaks to us through the people we meet. He delivers messages that way. When you meet a stranger who gives you a helping hand one day or when you talk to people who suddenly supply the answers that you seek. And others who finish your very thought before you can even speak. They’re angels in disguise, performing blessing right before your very eyes.
Pennies from heaven, they are angels in disguise. They don’t stay long, they’re just passing on. They were never meant to stay; they’re in and out of our lives every day. They stop and interact, dropping off a blessing which sometimes turns into a lesson.
So don’t throw away those pennies you find each and every day. By the grace of God, who knows, they may come in handy someday.
“For it is written, He shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee:
And in their hands, they shall bear thee up, lest at any time thou dash thy foot against a stone.” – Luke 4: 10, 11