Last year, my oldest neice ( 8 years old at the time) decided she wanted to do something to raise money for Tim and I to adopt our daughter, Zoe, from China. She had her grandma help her collect glass jars to put on counters near the cash registers in stores everywhere in the county. She put her picture on the jar with a little note (in her handwriting) explaining that her aunt and uncle are trying to raise money for a Chinese adoption.
Well, I actually had forgotten about her doing this until last night when I was given a boat load of quarters, nickles, dimes and pennies. She was very pleased to announce to me that there was alot more at her house but that she would get it for me later. I told her that I wanted to take a picture of one of the jars to put in a scrapbook for Zoe to see when she's older. My neice then quickly informed me that we weren't removing the jars until Zoe gets here! We need to collect money throughout the entire time as far as she is concerned. She is very goal minded and seems to stick with anything she starts all the way through.
So, what I have learned is that every penny matters. Especially to a child! Do you remember how you felt when you were little when someone would give you a bunch of pennies? You just KNEW you were rich! If you had your choice of five pennies or a nickle, you would have chosen the 5 pennies because you thought you were getting more. The fact that my neice is so incredibly giving and helpful with raising money to bring home a new little cousin is so beyond anything I can put into words on this blog. The heart of a child is the most beautiful thing next to our salvation.
Our faith in God and our heart needs to be like a little child's faith and heart. Without this, we cannot see Heaven.
Thank God for beautiful examples of Himself..........CHILDREN!
February 09, 2006
Every Penny Matters
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Nice story Jennifer.
Reminds me of a story about me.
When I was four, we lived in an addition in Lucasville. The neighbor kid across the street convinced me that we needed to take the milk money from the house down the street. He then convinced me that I should take the smaller shinier objects because there was more of them. I of course thought that was a good deal. I got 40 cents, but those 4 dimes were much better than his 3 green paper things. Of course we got caught and learned a valuable lesson. Luckily the neighbor was a very nice lady. But for those couple of hours I thought I was the richest four year alive, come to find out I was just the most gulable)(sp?).
Thought you would enjoy my recollection of days as a hardened criminal.
PS. Don't leave you milk money out around me. Somethings are hard to break.
Thank you for sharing your story, Aaron. I loved it...haha! Every now and then, your mom will tell me some good stories about you and/or Natalie. You would be embarrassed to know what I now know about you....hahaha! At this point, I'm sure you could just tell me anything and I wouldn't flinch ;) I love stories of my friends when they were growing up. It's a side I've never gotten to see.
Thanks for the advice about the milk money! I won't leave my milk money lying around and you don't try and grab me and both of us will be just fine;) HA!
Ask my mom about the milk money story, she will explain my interpretation of what I would have looked like in prison.
PS.
Mom probably wouldn't tell you anything that I wouldn't tell on myself. I do anything for a laugh. You and Tim probably already know that.
Funny you should suggest that, because I just got home from your mom's house after having talked to her about the story. I loved the tennis racket ending! HA! So cute!
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