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In our devotional on Monday, we talked about looking down to find our “pockets” full of God’s providence, especially when we least expect it. These are holy surprises, moments when we don’t look for God’s generosity and it shows up anyway.
Can you think of a time when God “filled your pockets” unexpectedly? Tell us about it! And if you can’t, what are some ways that you hope God’s providence will show up in your life? What pockets need to be filled? (To those of my readers who pray, this could be a good opportunity to pray for others in this little WP community.)
Pennies from Heaven is what comes to my mind. After my baby brother died, my mom & I constantly found pennies. In the oddest of places. And, we liked the “Pennies from Heaven” idea. They always seemed to pop up when we needed them most, and almost always 1 by itself or a group of 3. Once, now many moons ago, she & I were on a trip together. We took a trip every year for my brother’s birthday & “Heaven day”. On this particular trip we were planning my upcoming wedding. We were staying at an Inn, on the top floor. Each room had a balcony. (But the balconies weren’t next to each other. Lots of privacy!) When we woke up one morning, there were 3 pennies (3 was also a special number to us) lined up on the balcony. Arranged very purposeful. We both thought the other had done it. But, no. Neither of us did. We had already been on the balcony and they weren’t there upon our arrival. There was no way to that balcony except thru the back door of our room. There was no daily maid service either. So, Pennies from Heaven. Literally. I carried those pennies with me on my wedding day. They felt like providence , a blessing from Heaven on my upcoming marriage. Pennies from Heaven when least expected.
Just this week my neighbor offered to mow the field around my house after our mower choked. It was unexpected, necessary, and blessing.
Pennies from Heaven is what comes to my mind. After my baby brother died, my mom & I constantly found pennies. In the oddest of places. And, we liked the “Pennies from Heaven” idea. They always seemed to pop up when we needed them most, and almost always 1 by itself or a group of 3. Once, now many moons ago, she & I were on a trip together. We took a trip every year for my brother’s birthday & “Heaven day”. On this particular trip we were planning my upcoming wedding. We were staying at an Inn, on the top floor. Each room had a balcony. (But the balconies weren’t next to each other. Lots of privacy!) When we woke up one morning, there were 3 pennies (3 was also a special number to us) lined up on the balcony. Arranged very purposeful. We both thought the other had done it. But, no. Neither of us did. We had already been on the balcony and they weren’t there upon our arrival. There was no way to that balcony except thru the back door of our room. There was no daily maid service either. So, Pennies from Heaven. Literally. I carried those pennies with me on my wedding day. They felt like providence , a blessing from Heaven on my upcoming marriage. Pennies from Heaven when least expected.