Alicia and I were perusing a mall in rural Wisconsin; The people
plain, the area simple and the shops as few as they were ordinary. As we made our way to the exit we came upon
one of those large contraptions in which you could deploy a coin intended to
race on its side along a funnel that leads down into a holding tank. As someone with three coins in my pocket, I
certainly couldn’t allow myself to walk by without allowing my brain to be
mesmerized by the simplistic beauty of watching a coin roll round and round until
eventually disappearing from site into the crux of the funnel. I gave one coin to Alicia and allotted one to
myself. There were two deployment slots
that we could utilize. We let ‘em
roll.
When we’d both watched until our
coins disappeared from sight a brother and sister joined us at the device. It seemed as if the brother had a coin. The sister sidled alongside me seemed that
she was without change, as she longingly gazed on as and awaited the
launch. I reached into my pocket for my
third coin, extricated it and held down to her in the palm of my hand. She looked up at me, rolled up her jacket
sleeve and took the coin. It was a
wordless exchange absolutely perfect in its simplistic beauty.
Though she may never recall that moment I know I always
will. A reminder that God is always encouraging
me to lean in.
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