An E-mail I got, I want to share.

[Shammu]

Subject: Pennies
 
 
 
You always hear the usual stories of pennies on
the sidewalk being good luck, gifts from angels,
etc. This is the first time I've ever heard this
twist on the story. Gives you something to think
about.
 
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 causally
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?"

"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 in
that moment. I pick the coin up as a 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.


It 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...


Have a blessed day!


The best mathematical equation I have ever seen:

1 cross
3 nails
--------
4 given

That's the whole gospel message simply stated.
Take 60 seconds give this a shot! Let's just see if
Satan stops this one.

All you do is -

1. Simply say a small prayer for the person who
sent you this, (Father God bless this person in
whatever it is that you know he or she may be
needing this day.)


2. Then send it on to five other people. Within
hours five people have prayed for you, and you
caused a multitude of people to pray to God for
other people. Then sit back and watch the power of
God work in your life for doing the thing that you
know He loves.

God Bless

[sincereheart]

You always hear the usual stories of pennies on
the sidewalk being good luck, gifts from angels,
etc. This is the first time I've ever heard this
twist on the story. Gives you something to think
about.

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 causally
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?"

"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 in
that moment. I pick the coin up as a 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.

It 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...

My mom is one who picks up pennies. A dear friend sent me this some time ago and I gave mom a framed copy!  

[Willowbirch]

How thoughtful!

[Shammu]

Anoither E-mail.........


Whispers

The man whispered, "God, speak to me" and a meadowlark sang.

But, the man did not hear.
So the man yelled, "God, speak to me" and the thunder rolled across the sky.

But, the man did not listen.
The man looked around and said, "God let me see you."
And a star shined brightly.

But the man did not see.
And, the man shouted, "God show me a miracle."
And, a life was born.

But, the man did not notice.
So, the man cried out in despair,
"Touch me God, and let me know you are here."
Whereupon, God reached down and touched the man.
But, the man brushed the butterfly away and walked on.

I found this to be a great reminder that God is always around us in the little and simple things that we take for granted ... even in our electronic age

So I would like to add one more:

The man cried, "God, I need your help!"
And an e-mail arrived reaching out with good news and encouragement.

But, the man deleted it and continued crying.

Don't miss out on a blessing because it isn't packaged the way that you expect.