She pressed the money into her pocket, and slipping the keys back in over the folded up $20 bill, she thanked her husband for the dinner money and waved goodbye to him as he slipped off from the park. Weary from a long day of work he was going home to rest and she was going to treat the kids to dinner out- after they wore themselves out a bit more at the playground.
As the dinner hour loomed closer she called the kids to come and they headed towards the car. Somewhere between the playground and the car she pulled out her keys and unbeknownst to her, out slipped that $20 bill.
They clamored into the van, drove over to their restaurant of choice, ordered … and then realized the money for dinner was gone. With a sinking feeling she realized what had happened, and just as instantly she recalled exactly where it was when the keys had been pulled out and where the money must have slipped out.
“I am going to go back to the park and look,” she told her friend whom had joined her for dinner.
“It’s not going to be there! It’s a busy park. If it fell out there, it is long gone,” her friend spoke practical truth.
But she had a feeling that she couldn’t shake. And the park wasn’t out of the way.
After dinner – a full hour and a half after leaving the park – she returned. And there, exactly where she had thought, was the folded up $20 bill.
People were milling about everywhere. It made no sense.
As she slipped the money back in her pocket her young son said, “Mommy, God made that money invisible so that only we could see it!”
The very next morning her husband was an innocent victim in a horrific motorcycle accident. His life was mercifully saved – in fact, he miraculously walked away from it all with just serious road burn. God’s grace upon grace, lavished upon them.
His provision so evidently displayed in the little things just the evening before to give evidence towards His provision in the bigger things.
“Here you see the heights and depths of mercy. Now, therefore, lay up this great goodness in your memory to be the material for future psalms of praise.” – Charles Spurgeon, The Practice of Praise
Material for future psalms of praise.
Because, dear friends, we forget. We forget so easily the goodness of the Lord. We forget how His hand moves, how He saves, provides, and comforts. We forget to praise Him.
But in the remembering, the storing up of first hand material, the observing of His goodness, we can be prepared to give Him praise at every memory.
We build up our “praise muscles” as it were as we consider His goodness and when we read or hear the testimonies of others.
This story my friend shared has been such an encouragement to me in my own walk. I’ve thought often about the Lord’s delicate care with the “invisible money” as a precursor to His care through the bigger, harder time that followed. Her story was material for my own praise – how beautiful and precious is the fellowship believers have with one another when we can share of the goodness of God.
Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised, and his greatness is unsearchable.
One generation shall commend your works to another, and shall declare your mighty acts.
On the glorious splendor of your majesty, and on your wondrous works, I will meditate.
They shall speak of the might of your awesome deeds, and I will declare your greatness.
They shall pour forth the fame of your abundant goodness and shall sing aloud of your righteousness.
The Lord is gracious and merciful, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love.
The Lord is good to all, and his mercy is over all that he has made.
All your works shall give thanks to you, O Lord, and all your saints shall bless you!