One day while talking with a friend I dropped my purse and the contents of my wallet rolled on the floor. She reached down to pick up the coins, held up a dime and said "Ah, love from Marie!". She proceeded to tell me how her mother - whom she loved very much and lost as a child - would give her and her siblings dimes to go to the corner drugstore for candy. This was one of her favorite memories from childhood and she always felt her mother's love when she found a dime.
It was a lovely idea and I found myself thinking of it often when I found dimes. And I seemed to find dimes more and more often. "Ah, thank you, Marie" became "Ah, love from Elsie" - the grandmother I had loved very much and lost as a child - when the dimes appeared at times I needed most to feel loved.
Dimes show up in spots where I have just vacuumed or dusted. They show up on days when I'm worn thin around the edges or my faith in humanity is faltering. I keep them for awhile exactly where they appear. They remind me of the mystery at work in my life, the beauty in the common happenings of every day, and the power of love.
Why dimes? Who knows. But I bet that you'll start to find a lot of them!
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