I mention this only because almost every day when I'm out walking I see a penny or two on the street. I always stop and pick them up. Today I made 7 cents....that's about two and a third cents a mile. Unlike Bill Gates it doesn't cost me anything to pick up the coins...thank God my life is not that busy. If I were lucky enough to pick up 7 cents a day (although usually it's a penny or two at best), in a years time I could almost buy one share of Microsoft stock (today's closing price was roughly 27 dollars).
I have no shame in stopping to pick up a penny, I think at one time I did but I'm not certain as to why, I suppose I thought people might think I was cheap and I didn't want to risk being seen stooping over for something as insignificant as a penny. Presumably I thought I had a reputation to protect.
Today as I stooped over to snag a penny. I held it in my fingers for a moment. I rubbed it and thought about God.

How often have I stepped over His offerings? I know it's been far too frequent of an occurrence and sometimes for the same silly reason: I didn't want to risk being seen as someone in need.
Yet God has never ceased to place Himself before me...even when I had repeatedly passed Him by and ignored His value.
Today I didn't miss the gift of God's patience, purchased for a penny of my time, yet bought long ago with something far more precious.
I had to stop to thank Him for never being too busy to stoop over and lift me up...for seeing my value even when perhaps I have not.
God got His two cents worth in today...and more.