You wake up one morning and rub your eyes, then reach a hand beneath the soft feather pillow. There you discover a crisp one hundred-dollar bill! You shoot bolt upright and clap your hand to your mouth.
Where did this come from? Then the most remarkable thing: a new one shows up every morning! You go from This must be my lucky day to Dude, am I dreaming?
I could use a few hundred dollars about now. Thursday I pulled our brand-new Honda SUV into the garage a little too far to the right. Kckckck! It struck the metal frame of the garage and scraped the back of the side view mirror. I panicked and threw the car into reverse. Crunch! The impact shattered the mirror.
I looked in the mirror with dismay. Objects in mirror are more cracked than they appear, it said.
I called the service department at the car dealership and booked a visit to get it repaired. When I finished the call, Tim walked into the room.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
I turned and gave him a “Can-I-dazzle-you-with-a-friendly-smile?” Out loud I said, “I kind of broke the mirror on the car. Uh, I’m sorry!”
Apparently the razzle-dazzle thing worked, because Tim said with a soft voice, “That’s okay. It was a minor bad judgment call. Could happen to anyone. Let it go.”
Dispelling the darkness, the blazing sun of his patience rose over the horizon of my morning. And in all of us, our heavenly Father, in the breaking light, makes an amazing deposit which is better than a hundred dollars beneath our pillow.
Heavenly currency. One hundred mercies.
When did God extend His mercy to you? How are you expressing it to others?