Four or five times in the last 10 -12 months, I have found dimes. Either on the parking lot or the entry to Walmart. They say something to me. No, I'm not talking to coins, nor hearing "things" from them.
Several years ago, like maybe 20... I heard a sermon by John Maxwell where he told the story of Bart Starr who was quarterback for the Green Bay Packers.
During the 1965 football season,
After a particularly rough game against
But he couldn't help feeling better when he returned to his bedroom.
There, attached to his pillow, was a note:
"Dear Dad, I thought you played a great game. Love, Bart. "
Taped to the note were two dimes.
I have used that same illustration twice in a sermon. Each time, I distributed a small card that had a dime laminated to it, simply saying "I believe in you."Several times over the past 20 years, I have had people say to me or even show me their card, "Pastor, I still have my dime!" I like to say "And I still believe in you."
We all need someone who builds us up and BELIEVES IN us.
For me, each time I find a dime, I hear God saying, "I believe in you."
Friday afternoon, I was walking into Walmart. Heavy on my heart was the thought that I was going to be resigning from the church I had led for the past 10 1/2 years. As I walked through the doors, there all alone on the floor was a dime. I stopped and picked it up. It is going in my journal.
Thank you God for your encouragement.