I found a penny today.
An old, unattractive penny. It had probably survived all the snow and salt and was well, not so pristine.
It was the first thing I saw as I opened the car door. I was delighted.
And I decided to pick it up.
I saw it as a gift from the Universe. Here. A penny. It’s not bright and shiny, but it’s a gift. A penny. One cent.
The reason I am sharing in such detail is that usually I notice and leave it for someone else to find. I imagine someone like my sister who, when she finds a penny, is all excited and perhaps encouraged, because she sees it as a gift from her beloved dog who has crossed over. I imagine a child being very excited, bending over to pick it up and showing mommy….
But today, I changed my viewpoint.
This penny was for ME. I picked it up, said thank you and put it in my car.
At that moment I realized that all those times I noticed, did NOT say thank you, did NOT pick it up I was dissing God. I was saying it was too small for me to bother.
How can I expect big things when I can’t appreciate the little things?
From now on, I pick up pennies…
Where are you thwarting abundance? Please share in the comments!