I have this great dimes story...two dimes...one story.
My son and I hopped on a plane and went to see his big sister, my first born and only daughter. He is actually my second born and only son. (That makes each one of them an "only"). I was feeling pretty lucky to have some special time with my two! Gosh, I'm crazy about them.
We were crashing at her apartment for a couple of days before the 4th of July. I never want to be a burden and I try real hard to be invited back (or have her accept when I invite myself!!), so I try to look for ways to earn my keep when I am there. So, when she goes to work I do things like clean out the kitty litter or scrub the floors. She always mildly protests, "Oh, Mamma, you shouldn't have!"...while thinking "But I'm glad you did!!" Well, I'm scrubbing the bathroom floor when, wedged between the tile and the baseboard, I see the edge of a dime peeking out at me. I nearly dropped my mop! I did, however, drop to my knees and dig it out with my fingernail. (By the way, I owe you a dime, sweetie!)
Fast forward a couple of days. She has a few days off over the 4th, so we take a roadtrip to the beach. After soaking up some sun and sweating on the sand, we decide it is a must that we slide into our favorite seaside restraunt for some spuds. My two get a table while I invest a fortune in the parking meter and flip flop my way to their table. And guess what was right there smack dab in the middle of the table between them? That's right...a big fat dime, probably left over from a tip. I snatched it up. (I hope I remembered to add that 10 cents to my tip. If not, I'm indebted for another dime.)
Y'see, I have this friend who has a great dime story. She told me when she is feeling insecure about whether God is paying attention, if He even cares, she prays for dimes. Yep, the ten cent variety. She heard it from a friend, who heard it from her grandpa. So, anyway, after she told me that story, without praying the prayer, I found a dime. Wow! Got my attention.
Now when I find a dime, I thank God for reminding me that He is here. He does care. He is faithful. When I get to heaven, I think I'll ask to see the dime bank...
