Friday, July 15, 2011

My $20 Bill Speaks Up

       Finally, I’m getting out of this stuffy pocket in this blue plaid jacket. I’ve lost track of the time. How long have I been there? And, why did I get rescued today? Oh, I can hear really good now!
        As I’m getting unfolded, a voice exclaims, “Wow! I’d forgotten all about you,” so that explains my long absence from the world of shoppers’ delight. Again I hear that voice, “so now that it’s cold outside my warm little jacket has a surprise for me. A $20 bill might just make my day!”

        When she flips me over I get a glimpse of a woman’s face. She looks friendly enough, and sounds cheerful. Well, an adventure is finally coming my way. What will she do with me?
        Ooops, I’m getting folded in half and pushed into a pocket in her purse. Now it’s nearly impossible to hear what’s going on out there.
        Not sure how much time has passed. Of course, that’s the story of my life, but I try not to complain. I do know that I am appreciated more than the wrinkly $5 and $1 bills that I’ve been around.
        “Coffee? Yes, I’ll have the Tuesday Special. Well, Annie, exercise class was fun today.” She is pulling me out her purse and setting me on the counter next to that other lady; it must be Annie.
        Just then Annie leans over and the two women whisper. “Oh, I have a great idea. Annie, pick out one of those pretty greeting cards on the rack, and we’ll have a surprise for Sheila.”
        There I am in the dim light of the coffee house, stretched out on the counter next to a steaming cup of something that smells good; they called it coffee. Friend Annie returns with some flowery card and starts to write something on it.
        “What would be a nice verse to share with Sheila?”
        “How about the one I read this morning for my quiet time? It’s Proverbs 3:5 and 6 and says, ‘Trust in the Lord with all your heart, do not depend upon your own understanding. Seek His will in all you do, and He will show you which path to take.’”
        “Perfect.” After both women have written on the card my owner picks me up and folds me in half again. “Let’s give Sheila this little surprise.”
        “Twenty dollars!”
        “Yes, it will be her going away present, just a token of our appreciation. She always has such a sweet smile as she waits on all the customers here.”
        I smiled, too. Being folded up and stuffed into an envelope isn’t the greatest, but the best is yet to come. I can’t wait to be Sheila’s surprise!”
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