“As I stood in my bedroom dressed in all black after my husband’s funeral, I tried to find comfort in my loved ones’ condolences. God has him now. He’s happy in Heaven. He’s in a better place. But all I felt was overwhelming sorrow. Carl was gone. All I could do was pray, Lord, please show me that he’s with You and happy.
“In the weeks that followed, a thick shadow of grief hung over me as I went through the motions. I trudged through each day just trying to get to the next, until something strange began to happen: I started finding random pennies all over the place. I found one in the driveway, on my desk at work, in the grocery-store aisle…I even found one in my shoe. For some reason I couldn’t leave them, so I picked them up and began saving them in a jar.
“When I finally summoned the courage to sort through Carl’s things, I found a prayer journal in his bedside table. To my surprise, he had been writing down sweet conversational prayers for more than a year. His last entry took my breath away. It said, Dear Lord, I may meet You before my wife, and if that’s the case, I’d like to send her ‘pennies from Heaven’ just like the song, so she knows just how much I will always love her.
“I could barely breathe as I stared at the page. I wiped my tears and poured the jar of pennies out onto our bed. As they glimmered, I felt my heart lift as if I was in Carl’s arms again. ‘Thank you, Lord,’ I whispered, realizing God gave us the one thing that’s never truly gone: love.”
—Anne Wilks, 61, Atlanta