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.


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………….


Praying your day is filled with both pennies and grace,