Pennies from Heaven ... There are some wonderful stories here!

Nana2KJS

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How many of you are familiar with the "Pennies from Heaven" phenomenon--people finding pennies that would appear to be placed by loved ones who have passed away. I thought perhaps sharing our stories would be a neat way to help each other through all the sadness around us.

My first day back to work after we lost my dad was especially difficult. I found myself on crying jags every other block. (I was delivering mail at the time.) In the middle of one episode I looked down and just had to laugh through my tears. There on the ground in front of me were a dime, a nickel and 3 pennies. My dad never did anything half way!

There have been others, and I'll share them as this thread grows. I hope others here will want to do the same.
 
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One of our most special penny gifts was my son's.

Grandma gave him one of Grandpa's prized pocketknives. Andy grew up knowing it was always in Grandpa' pocket, and when he died, Grandma gave Andy the pocketknife. Andy called me one evening, very upset because he had lost the knife. He had been through the house, looked everywhere for it, couldn't find it. Several days later he called again. In the course of cleaning up the mess he had made looking for the knife, he sat down to start putting all his CD's away. On the top of the stack lay the pocketknife, with a penny right beside it. Calling card from Grandpa to Andy.
 
This isn't exactly about pennies, but similar. My friend L lost her mom suddenly while L was at work one day. She was distraught, to say the least. L was single, but had many cats living with her. All of L's friends came over that night to comfort her. Later when they left, one of the friends came home to find an abandoned kitten in her driveway. He was probably only a couple of weeks old. They called L, and she came over and picked up the kitten. He's now a very spoiled housecat, very well cared for. I firmly believe L's mom sent that kitten to keep L comforted and busy in the days after her passing.
 
I am glad I am not the only one this has happened to.. me and my brother were 18 months apart...he died in a motorcycle/18 wheeler accident at the end of my dads drive way and we couldn't have an open casket... the day we went to make the funeral arrangements I came home(we had absolutely no money at the time) every where I went I found change.. in my front yard , on my couch,my dresser... but not only did that happen we had a pet mouse that escaped it habitat9plastic play city) we saw him for weeks and then we havent seen him for obout 2 months... I figured my cat ate it... the night my brother gied I went to feed our mice amd low and behold he was back in his cage.. never escaped again... he died the following year
 
The Lord does find believable ways to let us know our loved ones are not just gone. I love the ways He finds to touch our hearts and keep us going.
 
I just called a friend I haven't seen in years because I had a dream with her son in it. He told me to say "hi" to his mom. K committed suicide when he was young. I never met him or saw a pic of him. I just had this pre-teen boy show up in a dream. I called his mom and told her that this may sound weird but K wanted me to say Hi. Explained the dream, and all I heard on the phone was a huge sigh. Apparently "mom" had just been talking to K's half brother about him and she felt like he was around all day. Too weird if you ask me.
 
My oldest son, Andy, was my dad's only grandson. They had their problems over the years, but they had smoothed things out and gotten much closer in the last few months of my dad's life. The morning Grandpa passed, Andy drove home and was an absolute mess by the time he got here.

Apparently he had had a dream about Grandpa that night. In the dream he walked into the kitchen and found Grandpa in his favorite chair, smoking again. Andy said "Grandpa, what are you doing?!" Grandpa looked at him and said "It's okay Andy. It doesn't matter anymore."

He woke up and looked at the clock : 3:30am. My dad died at 3:18am. I know in my heart that my dad stopped on his way to heaven to let Andy know that everything would be okay.
 
Not pennies but, I came from a broken home and at age 15 I came to live with my Grandparents. Now they were my true life gaurdian angles I could never begin to tell you what they mean to me, what they have given me (like peace of mind and never ending love, rules, stability........) Well I was grandpas girl, everyone called me his left leg, where ever he went, I has right behind him! Cancer is a terrible disease and 3 years ago I was there holding his hand when Grandpa took his last breath. Three days before his passing we said our goodbyes (let me tell you about some tears!) and he told me "I know your going to miss me, but try not to be sad I will be with you everyday". That night I had a dream of a white dove and somehow it was Grandpa and I got the message that anytime I should see a white dove I would know Grandpa was watching over me.
A couple months later me and my husband were out in our field installing a horse fence and we were fighting (ok so he just left and I put in an entire row of fencing my self Boy did I pound those T post!) and hubby finally after 4 hours came to check on me and as he got to where I was a WHITE DOVE flew over our heads. He knew all about the dream, andhe knew why tears came to my eyes. He was there and he didn't want us to fight, without saying a word we were better, Grandpa saved the day.
Well Grandpa has been gone for 3 years now and we own a new house, and do you know what sit's on our front porch railing looking in the house several times a week......a dove. and its just like he said "he is with me everyday" So yes I believe in Miracles and special reminders, angles and most importantly God, Thank you God for Doves!
We are foster Parents now, and I hope I can give back my changing one child's life because what he gave me....is priceless!
 
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