Pennies. Theyre commonplace, not worth much, outdated to some.
But countless stories, songs and even films have made mention of these copper gems many with the word heaven attached. When theyre called pennies from heaven, they take on added significance.
I found a penny the other day. And the discovery was worth its weight in gold.
The incident happened just before Mothers Day. My heart was dreary. Neither of my daughters could come home for the holiday, and even though I understood, I was a bit blue.
At times like these, I would have called my Mom. Shed have understood how I felt. After all, there was many a Mothers Day when shed been alone, adult children scattered in other states.
But Mom is gone. No way to feel that measure of reassurance she so generously gave. If she were still alive, she would have listened, loved and offered motherly wisdom.
I knew her advice would be get busy.
So, I headed out on a video project to meet a deadline that was just days away. Getting out of the house for a little while would do me some good.
I just didnt know how much good.
After the videotaping, the camera and tripod put away, I reached for my notebook sitting on a nearby chair.
There sat a shiny penny next to it.
Is this your penny? I asked the homeowners. They assured me it wasnt theirs. The vacuum cleaner had already made a clean sweep.
Thats when I glanced at a picture on the wall.
I gasped.
It was the identical angel picture Id given my Mom years ago, one shed longed for and Id saved for. I had never seen another one like it until now.
In an instant, we were walking hand-in-hand down memory lane our visit to a quaint art shop, her poignant reaction to the painting of a guardian angel watching carefully over a little girl, my
Mothers delight when the artwork found its way to her Christmas tree.
I held the penny tightly in my hand. A penny from heaven, I wondered?
The question remains unanswered. But the moment felt like a heavenly kiss.
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