Soon after Dwight and I married in 1999, we founded the
Bethesda Nursing Home Ministry. Not long
after that, a friend sent us an email about a little girl named Hattie May
Wiatt that had died of diphtheria in 1886.
The story of this little girl’s legacy took wing in my heart and I have
carried it with me ever since. What God
did with her little purse of pennies is an amazing testimony of unselfish
love. From the offerings of Hattie’s 57
cents were sown Philadelphia’s Baptist
Temple, College Hall, Temple
University, and Samaritan
Hospital. The true and inspiring story was recounted in
Dr. Russell H. Conwell’s 1912 sermon, “The
History of Fifty-Seven Cents” and can be found at http://library.temple.edu/collections/scrc/hattie.
Dwight and I love serving the Lord. During these last 14 years of this journey, there
have been times when we had to rest in idleness. And during those times, I have lamented my
full purse of pennies. Dealing with Dwight’s
unemployment and the resulting close of The Crafter’s Co-op has been difficult as is
loss of income and health insurance. Seven
months later, we are still living with the uncertainty of the unemployed, yet
each day has been full of the Lord’s blessings and opportunities to continue
serving. The Lord is still using us and
I look forward to continue casting more of my 57 cents out into this glorious
world through this blog, My 57 Cents!
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