I enjoyed hearing your “pennies from heaven” story. Here’s mine:
I am an artist. A friend and fellow artist collected 1000 secrets sealed in pure white envelopes in 1996 for an art quilt now in one of the Smithsonian museums. At the time, I was debating whether to go back to school and get an MFA. My friend suggested I put my secret in one of her envelopes. I was one of the anonymous 1000. Last summer, she surprised me with a box of 200 of the sealed envelopes.
I decided to make an art project of my own. I shredded several of the envelopes and made pulp and then paper out of them. The remaining envelopes sat in the bottom of the box till a couple of weeks ago. After machine shredding the second batch of envelopes, I began looking at the strips. Some had a word, some a sentence, some were blank. I decided to weave the bits of words. As I sorted, up came my secret that I wrote in 1996! My secret did not make its way into my friend’s art piece in 1996, or to my first batch of shredding and pulp, but found its way back to me. I lined up the shredded strip recognizing my penmanship and easily remembering the words of my secret.
At the beginning of this year, I requested Spirit to “Please show me that you hear me and reveal yourself.” Well, the morning I read your article about pennies from heaven in your newsletter, I opened the dryer and found — a penny! Receiving my 1996 secret was a sign and the penny is a confirmation. Someone is definitely hearing me.
Enee, St Petersburg FL
After I posted my own “pennies from heaven” story about my first husband sending me pennies, Writing Down Your Soul newsletter readers starting sending theirs. Here’s a delicious one.
Janet, I really enjoy your e-mail newsletters. I especially enjoyed your story about the pennies from heaven. I, too, have a collection of them. The first one I got was on the day of my Mom’s funeral. When we left the church we went back out to the limo and there sitting in the middle of the 2nd seat was a shiny penny. It jumped out on the black upholstery. Now, 3 of us slid across that seat to exit the limo so I can’t believe it was there when we left. Plus our son had gone back out to the car to get something and he said he was sure he would have noticed that bright copper penny on the black seat. Since then my sister and I have both found pennies in odd places at times when we most needed the comfort of our Mother. She once found one on the edge of her sink after she’d fixed lunch and washed lettuce in the sink. The most recent one I found was the day we had to put our beloved beagle, Riley, to sleep. She was very sweet and my Mom loved her, too. My husband and I needed to get out of the house for a bit and when we returned, I opened the dryer. I pulled out the lint filter and there was a bright shiny penny. I knew my Mom was looking after Riley in heaven.
Thanks for sharing your stores. God Bless, Leneta, Atlanta GA
If you have a penny story or any other message from heaven, send them to me and I’ll post. My email is email@example.com
This week in our December Plan we’re looking BACKward. Back all the way to January 1, 2009. Look at your calendar. The clues to your year are right there in front of you. Who knew that such a simple office supply could carry so much information, including several messages from heaven.
Before the year began, I pinned a four foot tall dry-erase 2009 calendar on the wall above my desk. For the first few months, it looked rather pathetic. As in: blank, empty, WHITE. But slowly, as people discovered Writing Down Your Soul, the squares filled with classes, speaking invitations, workshops, book signings, and radio interviews.
I didn’t consciously plan a color scheme. I just reached into my drawer the day I booked my first event –and grabbed a black marker. Joyfully, I posted my first book signing in the square for January 11. Once I posted that one in black, I wrote all speaking events and workshops in black. Newsletter due dates are green. Social events are red. Florida sales tax due dates are red, too. But blue is reserved for something special. Blue is the color of surprises. Heavenly surprises. Miracles in other words.
Some of my miracles are big. What happened at the book signing on January 11th is big — very very big. If you’ve heard me tell the story of the mystery man and his message, you know what I’m talking about.
But most of my heavenly surprises are small. So small that you might not consider them miracles. But I do. On August 23, for example, I picked up a penny from the immaculate driveway of the brand new home where I had stayed in Vero Beach while teaching. You are not impressed? Not even if I tell you the penny wasn’t there fifteen minutes before? How about the penny in the bottom of the gas station in the middle of the state as I drove home? Still not impressed? How about the penny at my feet in the hotel shuttle at the airport in Raleigh? Maybe you’ll be more impressed if I tell you that as I waited for the shuttle I had a vehement conversation with Spirit saying, “OK, I’m here. I did what you asked. Now you have to show me that I’m OK, that this is all OK. That you are with me and all is well.”
A penny for me is more than a penny. It is the way my first (and thus far, only) husband says hello from heaven. It is the way Spirit winks and pats me on the pack. I see pennies all the time. One morning, after a fitful night worrying about money, I went to the gas station. As I stood there pumping gas, I demanded to know that heaven was with me. The receipt wouldn’t come out, so I stomped into the station to pay. There on the post outside the door was a dime and 2 pennies. I took it, said thank you, and, “You know 2 more cents would make 14. Fourteen cents would be really nice.” As I got in my car, I noticed 2 pennies on the ground. “Thank you,” I cried.
When I got home I put those coins with all the others in a little bowl under my creative altar. I think there’s a couple dollars in it. I’ll count the whole amount on December 31. After I put the coins in the bowl, I mark my wall calendar with a blue dot.
Today, December 10, I sit under my 2009 calendar and smile at all the black squares. I see in my mind all the people I taught. All the book stores I entered. All the books I signed. It’s all there on my 2009 calendar in bold black marker.
But the real wonders of 2009 are the blue marks. Those are the moments heaven winked and said, “We’re right here, with you, darling one. All is well.” Those are the moments that carried me then — and carry me still.
When and how did heaven show up for you this past year? Do you have a private little language between you and your divine guides? Does Spirit send you pep talks through birds? Answered prayers? Unexpected phone calls? Music? Smells?
If you didn’t pay attention this past year, that’s OK. Just resolve to pay attention from now on. Ask your divine guides to show up and make it clear they’re with you. Then, mark your calendar. In color. A year from now, you too will sit and smile and laugh and cry looking at all the beautiful blue (or gold or red…) days when heaven said, “Hello, beloved. we’re right here. We’ve got your back.”
How do you keep track of your heavenly “winks?”