I heard His voice loud and clear that night. "Give the penny to Melody."
"When?" I asked.
"At her grandmother's funeral."
We were standing in the rain at the graveside service. People had started to leave and we just stood there talking for a while. I felt so nervous, as if I was up in front of millions of people speaking. All I could think about was this penny in my pocket.
My mind was saying, "It's not the right time, Lord."
"It is the perfect time," He said.
My heart was pounding, all because of this penny that God had told me to give to an unsaved friend. I played it out in my mind...we'd go for a walk, I would reach into my pocket, pull out the penny and I would say, "God told me to give this to you." All I could see was her getting angry again for bringing up God.
I didn't do what He told me to do. I didn't give her that penny because I didn't want her to mock me. Instead, about a month or so later, I tried things my way.
It didn't turn out so good. I tried to share with her how God could help her through her pain. Things just exploded because here I was talking about God again. She no longer wants to be my friend. I won't ever be able to share God with her again. All because I didn't listen. All because I didn't obey. I pray God will send someone else into her life that believes in Him and will listen to Him when He speaks.
If I had only given her that penny.....