Many people don’t notice pennies on the ground anymore. It seems pennies are not worth the energy to pick up and put in your pocket. Others do not notice quarters either. I do.
When my income suddenly reduced to one fifth of what I had enjoyed, I REALLY started noticing quarters. My budget for doing my laundry was 80 quarters a month – $20. Forty of them was a handful.
One night my son and I were at the laundry mat and I sent him to change my ten dollar bill into quarters through the change machine they had hanging on the wall. He came back with the ten dollar bill still in his hand AND a handful of quarters in the other hand saying, “Mom, the machine gave me the quarters AND the ten dollars back.”
My mind had rapid fired thoughts. I wish I could say that the honest spiritual thoughts were the ones that showed up first, but that would be a lie. Thoughts of how this machine’s malfunction could make us extra money raced over the starting line in my head! I wanted to say, “Go do it again!! If it happened again it would be like winning the lottery! That’s when it happened. God blew His whistle and the racing of carnal thoughts came to a complete halt like runners that had jumped the starting line too soon. He reminded me that I will always have choices that can turn to the left or to the right – choices that would take me off the straight paths He had laid for my feet. When it came to the extra quarters my mind was beginning to take a serious left turn. I had a choice to make. Do I take something that is not mine?
I had to respond to the whistle from God’s lips. “Son,” I said,”I really want to keep these quarters, but God says ‘no’. Go give them to the manager.” Of course the manager gratfully accepted the quarters back and did not see fit to reward us of our honesty, but inside I was at peace.
The next Sunday I walked into my Sunday School class and on the desk was a small box that once held jewelry. I opened the lid and saw a small folded note inside. It said,”It has been many years since I have used the laundry mat, but I suppose they still take quarters.” I emptied the box and there I stood teary eyed with a handful of quarters.
The lady that left the box on my desk is an encourager…a Barnabas. She writes letters and sends cards out weekly. She makes phone calls and visits. On that Sunday morning, she helped a single, financially struggling mom know that the SURE PATH in front of her feet will always be the right one…it may even be littered with pennies and quarters.