Yesterday at the lake, I almost missed it. A glint of shiny copper, among the fallen brown leaves in the grass, caught my eye. An angel nudged, take a closer look. I was glad I listened.
A penny! Warmed by the sun, such a deliberate find seemed too good to be true.
2014, the date on the lost penny was significant. The year my mother had passed on in August. It may sound strange, but the warmth of the penny I tenderly held in my hand made the veil seem thin. Tomorrow is Mom's birthday, and with angelic help, I was grateful for the comforting gift. A wonderful reminder that Love is eternal, and never dies.