June 25

I stepped outside to get the mail this afternoon (ah, sweet freedom!) and was immediately blinded by a small but extremely bright object that lay at the foot of the stairs.

When I got closer, I saw that it was a dime. A little bitty dime. But that tiny bit of currency reflected so much light that I literally had to look away the moment I opened the door.

'Twas a run of the mill kind of moment, I guess, but put a spotlight on an important truth: We're all like little dimes, but when the sun (or as I may say, the Son) hits us just so, we can glow. 

So the next time you feel compelled to share a story that may bring healing to someone else, go ahead and shine.