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.
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.
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.”
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………….
Praying your day is filled with both pennies and grace,