I decided to join my husband at a church (usually a difficult thing for me to do) on Easter Sunday and God paid me $100. Thanks, God.
The golden-toned Canadian bill was underneath that crunchy ice that I like to stomp on when I go on walks in that pre-spring season, when things melt and freeze a few more times.
I consider it a reward for walking slowly and enjoying my brief time here on Earth, crunching the crunchy ice, watching the fluffy clouds, singing with the birds. Putting the effort in to manage the knee-jerk negative reactions I have towards churches. And look, pennies from heaven!