Sunday, August 01, 2021 10:10:39 PM
Well, there's been a couple regulars here "soliciting" more posts, so I offer up some light reading from my life.
First this which will be referenced a little later...
MountainWings A MountainWings Moment
#2232 Wings Over The Mountains of Life
-------------------------------------------------
A Penny for your Thoughts
==========================
I'll never again pick up a penny without thinking of this.
Several years ago, a friend of mine and her husband were invited
to spend the weekend at the husband's employer's home.
My friend, Arlene, was nervous about the weekend. The boss was
very wealthy with a fine home on the waterway and cars costing
more than her house.
The first day and evening went well, and Arlene was delighted to
have this rare glimpse into how the very wealthy live.
The husband's employer was quite generous as a host and took
them to the finest restaurants. Arlene knew she would never
have the opportunity to indulge in this kind of extravagance
again, so she was enjoying herself immensely.
As the three of them were about to enter an exclusive restaurant
that evening, the boss was walking slightly ahead of Arlene and
her husband. He stopped suddenly, looking down on the pavement
for a long, silent moment.
Arlene wondered if she was supposed to pass him. There was
nothing on the ground except a single darkened penny that
someone had dropped and a few cigarette butts.
Still silent, the man reached down and picked up the penny.
He held it up and smiled, then put it in his pocket as if he had
found a great treasure.
How absurd!
What need did this man have for a single penny?
Why would he even take the time to stop and pick it up?
Throughout dinner, the entire scene nagged at her.
Finally, she could stand it no longer. She casually mentioned
that her daughter once had a coin collection and asked if the
penny he had found had been valuable.
A smile crept across the man's face as he reached into his
pocket for the penny and held it out for her to see. She had
seen many pennies before. What was the point of this?
"Look at it," he said. "Read what it says."
She read the words "United States of America."
"No, not that; read further."
"One cent?"
"No, keep reading."
"In God we Trust?"
"Yes!"
"And?"
"And if I trust in God, the name of God is holy, even on a coin.
Whenever I find a coin, I see that inscription.
It is written on every single United States coin,
but we never seem to notice it.
God drops a message right in front of me telling me to trust Him.
Who am I to pass it by?
When I see a coin, I pray. I stop to see if my trust IS in God
at that moment. I pick the coin up as a response to God, that I
do trust in Him. For a short time, at least, I cherish it as if
it were gold. I think it is God's way of starting a
conversation with me.
Lucky for me, God is patient and pennies are plentiful."
When I was out shopping today, I found a penny on the sidewalk.
I stopped and picked it up, and realized that I had been
worrying and fretting in my mind about things I cannot change.
I read the words, "In God We Trust," and had to laugh.
Yes, God, I get the message. It seems that I have been finding
an inordinate number of pennies in the last few months, but
then, pennies are plentiful. And God is patient.
Author Unknown
https://www.mountainwings.com/past/2232.htm
And now, from my life, much is the actual email exchange, complete with misspellings...
My sister in law/sister in Christ was diagnosed with idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis 7Dec2005. (She's was in her early 60's) "The prognosis is very bleak without some intervention (new treatments, miracle) as this is considered a terminal illness." It became a long drawn out losing battle, a very long goodbye if you will. She has the most mature faith of anyone I know and throughout the ordeal, kept so much faith in God that she was truly inspiring. Her entire church family was praying for her. On 10Dec07, she emailed that doctors now gave her only 6 months at the most to live without a transplant. Absolutely devastating news. Useable lungs are very hard to find for transplanting. There was nothing anyone could do. I remembered the "penny for your thoughts". I emailed it to her adding at the end,
"Since reading this, I started picking them up, too. Whenever I find a penny, I also pray for you. You're my penny prayer project???? And since I started doing that, I'm finding dimes and quarters, too, which causes me to pause and pray a bit more for you.
If occassionally you feel a hug from above, I may have just found another coin. I wonder if the quarters mean you need a bigger hug than usual??"
12Dec07, a lung became available in Chicago but there were concerns if it was good enough to use. Winter weather that day was not conducive to flying the transplant team into Minneapolis where she was at. Cutting the long story of the day short, by the end of the day, she had a new lung.
On 3Jan08, while still recuperating, she emailed, "I still get a lump in my throat when I re-read your e-mail about the penny. Certainly I've had some of those hugs lately."
My response:
"Oh ya, well get this. I was just wondering today if you remembered that particular Moutain Wings. I'm not finding nearly as many pennies since the transplant, so things must be under control.
True story: Recently, shortly before Christmas, I was getting ready for work. I put on my work boots and laced them up. Dang, there's a stone in one, but I'm running late. I'll deal with it a little later. A couple stomps moved it to where it wasn't so annoying. Early on at work, my mother called with word that you were in pre-op, a lung was located. Let the prayers begin. I now have an idea of what is meant by Paul's admonition to "pray without ceasing." (1 Thessalonians 5:17) Oddly, it seemed to come quite natural. Later, I have a chat with Wayne(my brother)...flight weather problems, efficacy concerns, etc. The prayers turn into a day long conversation with God. That evening, word of a successful operation is received and the prayers naturally turn to praise. I slept well that night knowing He is in control.
Next morning, time for work. Just before putting on my work boots, I remember that annoying stone. I dump it out on the floor.
What the................ not a stone.
Out dropped one tarnished old PENNY. "HA, good one God," I smilingly exclaim whilst looking up.
Sure enough, that penny was also inscribed "In God We Trust". I guess that message went clear to my "sole" during my day long walk with the Lord.
I've no logical explanation how a lone penny got into my high top work boot. When not being worn, they are put out of the way; while worn, they are laced up tight with no opening at the top and pant legs covering the tops. ??????????"
Diana was blessed with over a decade more and got to fulfill her dream of bouncing a grandchild upon her knee and for a few years, watching him grow. She went "home" in December 2018.
First day in Heaven
Painting by Kerolos Safwat
First this which will be referenced a little later...
MountainWings A MountainWings Moment
#2232 Wings Over The Mountains of Life
-------------------------------------------------
A Penny for your Thoughts
==========================
I'll never again pick up a penny without thinking of this.
Several years ago, a friend of mine and her husband were invited
to spend the weekend at the husband's employer's home.
My friend, Arlene, was nervous about the weekend. The boss was
very wealthy with a fine home on the waterway and cars costing
more than her house.
The first day and evening went well, and Arlene was delighted to
have this rare glimpse into how the very wealthy live.
The husband's employer was quite generous as a host and took
them to the finest restaurants. Arlene knew she would never
have the opportunity to indulge in this kind of extravagance
again, so she was enjoying herself immensely.
As the three of them were about to enter an exclusive restaurant
that evening, the boss was walking slightly ahead of Arlene and
her husband. He stopped suddenly, looking down on the pavement
for a long, silent moment.
Arlene wondered if she was supposed to pass him. There was
nothing on the ground except a single darkened penny that
someone had dropped and a few cigarette butts.
Still silent, the man reached down and picked up the penny.
He held it up and smiled, then put it in his pocket as if he had
found a great treasure.
How absurd!
What need did this man have for a single penny?
Why would he even take the time to stop and pick it up?
Throughout dinner, the entire scene nagged at her.
Finally, she could stand it no longer. She casually mentioned
that her daughter once had a coin collection and asked if the
penny he had found had been valuable.
A smile crept across the man's face as he reached into his
pocket for the penny and held it out for her to see. She had
seen many pennies before. What was the point of this?
"Look at it," he said. "Read what it says."
She read the words "United States of America."
"No, not that; read further."
"One cent?"
"No, keep reading."
"In God we Trust?"
"Yes!"
"And?"
"And if I trust in God, the name of God is holy, even on a coin.
Whenever I find a coin, I see that inscription.
It is written on every single United States coin,
but we never seem to notice it.
God drops a message right in front of me telling me to trust Him.
Who am I to pass it by?
When I see a coin, I pray. I stop to see if my trust IS in God
at that moment. I pick the coin up as a response to God, that I
do trust in Him. For a short time, at least, I cherish it as if
it were gold. I think it is God's way of starting a
conversation with me.
Lucky for me, God is patient and pennies are plentiful."
When I was out shopping today, I found a penny on the sidewalk.
I stopped and picked it up, and realized that I had been
worrying and fretting in my mind about things I cannot change.
I read the words, "In God We Trust," and had to laugh.
Yes, God, I get the message. It seems that I have been finding
an inordinate number of pennies in the last few months, but
then, pennies are plentiful. And God is patient.
Author Unknown
https://www.mountainwings.com/past/2232.htm
And now, from my life, much is the actual email exchange, complete with misspellings...
My sister in law/sister in Christ was diagnosed with idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis 7Dec2005. (She's was in her early 60's) "The prognosis is very bleak without some intervention (new treatments, miracle) as this is considered a terminal illness." It became a long drawn out losing battle, a very long goodbye if you will. She has the most mature faith of anyone I know and throughout the ordeal, kept so much faith in God that she was truly inspiring. Her entire church family was praying for her. On 10Dec07, she emailed that doctors now gave her only 6 months at the most to live without a transplant. Absolutely devastating news. Useable lungs are very hard to find for transplanting. There was nothing anyone could do. I remembered the "penny for your thoughts". I emailed it to her adding at the end,
"Since reading this, I started picking them up, too. Whenever I find a penny, I also pray for you. You're my penny prayer project???? And since I started doing that, I'm finding dimes and quarters, too, which causes me to pause and pray a bit more for you.
If occassionally you feel a hug from above, I may have just found another coin. I wonder if the quarters mean you need a bigger hug than usual??"
12Dec07, a lung became available in Chicago but there were concerns if it was good enough to use. Winter weather that day was not conducive to flying the transplant team into Minneapolis where she was at. Cutting the long story of the day short, by the end of the day, she had a new lung.
On 3Jan08, while still recuperating, she emailed, "I still get a lump in my throat when I re-read your e-mail about the penny. Certainly I've had some of those hugs lately."
My response:
"Oh ya, well get this. I was just wondering today if you remembered that particular Moutain Wings. I'm not finding nearly as many pennies since the transplant, so things must be under control.
True story: Recently, shortly before Christmas, I was getting ready for work. I put on my work boots and laced them up. Dang, there's a stone in one, but I'm running late. I'll deal with it a little later. A couple stomps moved it to where it wasn't so annoying. Early on at work, my mother called with word that you were in pre-op, a lung was located. Let the prayers begin. I now have an idea of what is meant by Paul's admonition to "pray without ceasing." (1 Thessalonians 5:17) Oddly, it seemed to come quite natural. Later, I have a chat with Wayne(my brother)...flight weather problems, efficacy concerns, etc. The prayers turn into a day long conversation with God. That evening, word of a successful operation is received and the prayers naturally turn to praise. I slept well that night knowing He is in control.
Next morning, time for work. Just before putting on my work boots, I remember that annoying stone. I dump it out on the floor.
What the................ not a stone.
Out dropped one tarnished old PENNY. "HA, good one God," I smilingly exclaim whilst looking up.
Sure enough, that penny was also inscribed "In God We Trust". I guess that message went clear to my "sole" during my day long walk with the Lord.
I've no logical explanation how a lone penny got into my high top work boot. When not being worn, they are put out of the way; while worn, they are laced up tight with no opening at the top and pant legs covering the tops. ??????????"
Diana was blessed with over a decade more and got to fulfill her dream of bouncing a grandchild upon her knee and for a few years, watching him grow. She went "home" in December 2018.
First day in Heaven
Painting by Kerolos Safwat
"Sometimes, business decisions must be based not on economics,
but on what's right." ~ Ivan Howes
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