In response to ThePress's post under my giving up thread:
Back a few years ago when I was really fit and sassy (instead of fat and sassy), I used to walk and pray at the mall. I would pray that God find some tiny way to affirm my walking and the things I was trying to do to be healthy.
Without fail, every single time I prayed that, I would find a penny placed in my path. Always.
I started collecting them in a special jar.
One day, I really was stressed out about money. It was a few days before payday. I think most of us know that stress of no money left and a few days to go.
So I'm walking at the mall. I didn't find a single penny during that walk.
Suddenly there was a $10 bill right in front of me. I looked around to see if there was anyone frantically looking for it. No one even seemed to notice it, right there in plain sight.
I did what I thought was the honorable thing. I took it to a clerk in the closest store to turn it in. She laughed and said "I don't want to be responsible! Take it to the mall office if you aren't going to keep it."
So I did.
Later the same day, I was walking my dog in the park out in front of my apartment, still fretting about money. We were about 5 minutes into our walk when suddenly, again in plain sight, there is a $20 bill right next to a tree.
I looked around, laughed, and said "Thanks, God. I get it now. Thanks for the blessings."