True Christian Stories
by Deb Matthews

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Welcome! Here's another true Christian story from my collection of things that have really happened to me (including stories about miracles, angels, Civil Air Patrol and God's love and blessings). Here's something that happened to me in 1965.

"Nickels In The Lining"

Copyright © 1999 by Debra K. Matthews. All rights reserved

When I was ten years old, I had the strangest thing keep happening to me with nickels. I was a tomboy, growing up in the middle of two brothers in Gig Harbor, but especially doing everything with my younger brother.

Lief and I were inseparable. We enjoyed all the same things. We thought so much alike that one of us would start a sentence and the other would finish it. People seeing us for the first time always thought we were twins. We spent hours playing together in the woods, running along the beach, rowing on the Sound, or walking around the bay to get to our favorite little country store.

We were always picking up shells, and coins, and other treasures on our walks, and shoving them into every available pocket or anything else we could use to carry things. My favorite "carrier" was a big old hand-me-down jacket that was several sizes too large. What was best about it was the holes in the pockets! Everything I put in them fell down into the coat's thick lining. I could store all kinds of things in there. Once when I had to empty it out so it could be washed, the stuff in it nearly covered the top of a TV tray!

I didn't have a wallet, so of course my allowance got stored in the lining with everything else, including coins I'd find as we walked. It was a bit of a task fishing it out before we'd go to the store, but I didn't mind -- at least it was in a safe place.

For some strange reason, one day I started finding nickels in the lining. I don't know how they got there, but it sure wasn't because anyone gave them to me as change. You only get one nickel in change unless a store is out of dimes or quarters, and I didn't remember anyone doing that to me. At first I thought maybe someone at home was sneaking them into my coat, maybe when I was asleep. All I knew was that they would end up there just when I needed them.

This went along for some time, until one "special" day. My mom and dad had driven to the half-way point around the bay to the little store where we bought penny candy. I had carefully dug around the lining of my coat and gotten every single stitch of change I had and was holding it tight in my hand until we got to the store. We all went in and we three kids spent all of our allowance. Mom took us back out to the car while dad continued shopping.

We were happily munching away when dad came back out to the car. "I'm twenty cents short," he said to my mom. "I didn't add everything up right and I don't have enough money."

"I just spent everything I had," she told him.

Suddenly, even though I knew I had dug around in my coat and had spent every single last cent that I had, I knew that if I were to dig around again, I would have twenty cents. I dug in real quick, and sure enough, I found four nickels! "Here, dad," I said as I reached over the front seat. "Here's twenty cents."

It was the strangest thing. It had happened to me over and over again during the months that we lived there. I would just suddenly know that I had a certain amount of extra money, and there it would be, always in nickels.

To this day I don't know how it happened. All I know is that it was while we were there that I learned to truly worship God, singing to him in songs that just came to me as I went along. I loved him more than anything in the world, and wanted more and more of him. Maybe he just smiled down on a little girl who loved him, and sent his angels to pick up lost nickels and stick them in my pockets as I needed an extra little blessing.


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Added July 15, 1999