a quarter lays dirty, on the floor at my feet. dust, germs, and filth clumped around this quarter of a dollar. I remember: a time I wold have already snatched up -- even were it only a penny. But now, I wear a $50.00 shirt and do not think twice of picking up a quarter.
instead, I remember and I think my God for sustaining, providing and blessing me.
"It is the nature of grace to fill the quiet, empty place"
God's grace fills all.