One of my fondest childhood memories is taking walks with my daddy. Whether we walked through Papa's woods or down the gravel alley behind my house, it always seemed adventuresome.
One of those times, I remember finding a penny among the rocks as I kicked sticks and debris from my path. Treasure! Next I found a dime. Another dime! A quarter! Two quarters! That's when I heard the small clink-clunk sound of my daddy secretly dropping his pocket change one coin at a time for me to find.
Don't you think that's how God is? Don't you think He looks down and sees what blesses us then, like tiny pennies on a rocky path, places blessings in our way? If we could just stop and see those blessings in the midst of whatever road we may trod.
