As I walked this morning I contemplated that since God is my supply, dollars will find me where I am if I’m having fun since that never fails. A singsong began in my head “Since God is my supply, dollars can fall out of the sky. I can find it in the street, I can find it in the road, I can find it in my mailbox and find it near a toad.” I made myself laugh. Then I found a dollar in the middle of the street.