Divine moment at the gas station

I ran out to Wal-Mart early this morning to grab birthday cards for my nephew (he’s 21!), sister-in-law, and my sister.  You see, I had to get these in the mail yesterday.

On my way in, I realized I was out of gas.  I stopped at the gas station and went through the digital menu with my credit card: Zip Code: Sure. Receipt? No.  Car Wash?  No.  Having a good day? Yes.

I started day dreaming and ended up filling up the entire tank, I usually stop at a dollar amount unless I’m roadtripping.  I docked the nozzle, assembled my gas cap, and looked at the screen.

Wait a moment.

So I waited.  I waited some more.  It was a long moment.

I hit clear.  The screen flashed blank and then it appeared again: wait a moment.

I was in a stubborn mood this morning, so I decided to call the pump computer’s bluff.  I stood there, leaned against my car, arms crossed and waited.  I wasn’t leaving until I had confirmation all went through.  I really don’t like having cops after me.

“Really, Lord?  Really?”  I asked.  I’m standing here having a staring contest with a gas pump, the most unproductive thing I think I’ve ever done.  “What is it?  Is there a penny?”

The Lord leaves me pennies, I find them in the most random places.  They’re physical tokens He is there for me and it even has “In God We Trust” stamped right on it.  I looked around the pump and didn’t see one.  Sighing, I gave in, the pump won.  I walked around to the driver’s side to get my keys and alert the attendant that this pump was locked up.

Right outside my car door was a penny.  Shiny.  1987.

I picked up it, smiling.  I looked over at the gas pump. “Thank you, come again,” it said as it flashed back to the main menu.

Wow.

Wait a moment.  In God We Trust.  This spoke volumes to my heart this morning.

Like it’s 1999

The Lord gives me pennies every so often.  I find them in odd places; I find them when I need a pick-me-up; I find them when I need a 2×4 to the head when it comes to trusting Him.  I especially love it when my birth year or year I gave my life to Christ comes up.

For the past couple of weeks, I keep finding pennies from 1999.  I believe my running total is 3.  I found 2 of them on a run around my neighborhood: 1 at the beginning of my run, 1 at the end.

1999.

What does it mean?  What was I doing in 1999?  I had just met Dean, my high school sweetheart.  My sophomore/junior year of high school.  Something that struck me about that time period was my career: my career could have gone 2 paths and I chose the one that would open the most doors – even though I was accepted at Michigan State for the other one.  The job that is suppose to open (omg, HR!  Let’s move it!) is the option I could have chosen in 1999.

I’d like to think it’s a sign.  I really hope it is.

I’m so ready to move across the hall I can barely stand it.

Dating myself

While I was taking down all the Christmas stuff around the house today, the movie Ghost was playing on AMC.  Such a good movie, it had been years since I first saw the whole thing.

The 1st time I saw it was a date night.  I went to see it in the theatre with a married man (I was single).  And then we went out for drinks afterwards at a near by establishment – I remember sitting at one of those really tall bar tables.  After drinks and appetizers, we went back to his place.

Sounds pretty risque, right?  Well, it wasn’t.  The year was 1990.  I was 8 years old and the married man I was with just so happened to be my dad.  My mom was in Michigan with my sister, tending to her ill father, and instead of getting a sitter, my dad took me to see this movie.  We grabbed drinks (well, a Shirley Temple in my case) and a snack before heading home.  I remember really liking the movie.  Now, 22 years later, I can still appreciate this movie; so well scripted and acted.  I was also amused by pennies in the movie, as I have my own penny thing going on.

The last line of the film really struck me:  “It’s amazing, Molly.  The love inside, you take it with you.”

 

Awesome penny story

So, there’s a thing about finding pennies.  And I found one yesterday.

I had a tug on my heart from the Lord to help a specific ministry financially.  And so I did.  He told me the amount I was suppose to give.

After I had filled out the necessary forms and such, I walked back to my car and lo and behold, a penny was lying right next to my car.

The year on it was 1998.  The year I gave me life to Him.

How freakin’ awesome.

God is good

Today I ran a race for a little girl who died of liver failure at the age of 2.  Her family puts on this amazing 5k race to honor her memory and raise money for research.  They show a slide show every year and it’s really hard not to cry, it’s so sweet – especially before a race!

I had a conversation with God about some stuff on my mind last year and during the race I found a penny.  (I actually stopped and went back a few paces to pick it up.)  In God We Trust.  I know, I have to trust Him.

This year I thought about the conversation last year – still in the same place I was a year ago – and kept my eyes on the ground to be looking for that penny — a simple reminder that He has everything planned out and it will be done in His time for His glory.  I didn’t find a penny.  I must admit I was a little disappointed.

As I was walking back into the sanctuary, (the race was taking place at a local church), I looked down to find a shimmery nickel from 1999.  It made me smile!  How often do we look for pennies in life and God gives us a nickel, 5 fold, even though we don’t deserve it?  In God We Trust — a promise that I have to let Him do all, it’s not up to me.  It was a pretty awesome moment.

I ran it last year for the 1st time and placed 1st in my age group!  This year I placed 2nd.  Not too shabby!  I just hope I don’t all of a sudden fall out at work into a nap.

Pennies from Heaven

I find pennies just about everywhere.  I always joke I think I was a raven in a past life because I love shinny objects and they always catch my eye.

I never thought much of it until my small group leader said that it’s a sign from God – He is thinking of us.  It’s a simple reminder that we need to trust Him.  After all, this shinny little metal coin has “In God We Trust” stamped right on it.

I always smile big when I find a penny with my birth year, my husband’s birth year, the year we met or the year I gave my life to Christ.

When we were thinking about selling our last house, right as the housing bubble collapsed on itself (I never had good timing – its genetic), because we found out a major highway was going to be 5 feet from our property line.  We found a timeline for said road on the DOT website; we had 7 years til construction.  I remember canvassing our neighborhood for flyers in our cookie cutter neighborhood to see what houses like ours were selling for.  They were  listed at prices far below what we paid.  My heart sank.  The math was obvious.  We’d have to take a massive loss on our house.  As I took the flyer with a heavy heart to show The General what we were up against, I found a penny right in front of me.  I smiled.  Yes, Lord, I know, you have it all figured out and it will work itself out for Your glory.  It’s not about me.  I know,  I know.  Thanks for the reminder.

We sold our house in 6 weeks, a couple thousand less than listed.  We still look a loss, but it was only several thousand.  A wash, I call it.  I’m now in my dream home.  Sometimes I forget that the Lord has the final say.  I get so caught up in my own little world and my logical “let’s fix it now” brain goes into overdrive which goes into worry – not good – I have to let Him take control and trust His timing.

Now I find pennies all over our neighborhood when I’m out running, especially when I’m thinking through something with my own strength.  The General finds them, too.  My in-laws gave us this crystal vase  that we keep on the foyer table and we keep all the pennies (and occasional dimes) we find in it.  You can’t see the bottom anymore.

I write this because I was picking up something for dinner and a snack later tonight (I shop like a German) at Food Lion.  As I’m walking down the main aisle by the cash registers, a penny comes rolling in right in front of my path.  CRAZY!!  I picked it up and smiled at God.  How freakin’ cool.  The year was 2001.

Anyone else find random pennies everywhere?