I remember the day a boy threw a pencil across my room right before the bell rang……..
I remember going to pick it up and finding a penny right beside it.
A penny.
My sweet little “hello” from Nick right next to a pencil that shouldn’t have been thrown.
I took a chance and told my class the story of how pennies are so special to our family; and I told this specific boy that because of that penny, right next to his thrown pencil, I was reminded that we all need grace.
Grace.
It covers everything.
It covers the darkest sin.
And it covers pencils that are tossed through the air.
Ever since that day a couple months ago, this particular class has become my penny class.
They enter my room with palms open almost every day…handing me pennies they have found on the bus, in a crack on the sidewalk, on the track around the football field.
I’m filling my drawer with their pennies.
I’m filling my life with God’s grace.
I started using Twitter so I could follow Evan’s new adventures in California, and my name is “ilovepennies.”
I do.
And the reason I love pennies is because they remind me of God’s love, Nick’s presence even in his absence, and most of all………….
Grace.
Praying your day is filled with both pennies and grace,
In December of 2007 as our youngest son, Nick, was fighting brain cancer, I began to blog. Writing provided a way for me to release all of my questions, fears, and doubts. It also allowed me to share the ups and downs of Nick's journey with people who were praying for him all over the world. When Nick went Home in November of 2008, my blog became my way of searching for God in the midst of my deep heartache. My heart was broken and grief brought to the surface every emotion imaginable. Being able to release those emotions through my writing brought a sense of purpose to my pain. Having already walked the road of grief in 1992 when we lost our daughter to SIDS, I knew I needed a way to keep from falling into a pit of depression and despair. I had walked close to the edge of a bottomless pit when we lost our daughter,and I knew I couldn't let myself get that close to the edge again. This blog has been and continues to be my tiny corner of the world where I can share My Heart as I journey through God's Word.......thus the name........ My Heart His Words. Thank you for taking time to share life with me. If we do not meet while here on earth, I look forward to hearing all about your life when we reach our final destiny.........Heaven! Email me anytime at 
What an impact you had on those children. I hope the pencil child received your message. It’s amazing how one inappropriate act can lead to a good act. I loved your story. I was walking once when a person picked up a coin and handed it to me saying to share the wealth. Now I do the same when I find coins. Wouldn’t it be a lovely world if we could all understand the grace of God. And we must remember each coin says In God We Trust. Wonderful sharing this morning. Thank you.
Sandy
You should do this will all the pennies you’ve collected from Nick. 😉 Maybe even on a slab of concrete in your flower garden.
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Trish,
I save pennies that I find and keep them at home! What a great idea!! A penny garden!
Love you!
Love you, too, Sandy!