Nancy Moser

Nancy Moser is the award-winning author of twenty inspirational novels. Her genres include contemporary stories including John 3:16 and Time Lottery, and historical novels of real women-of-history including Just Jane (Jane Austen) and Washington's Lady (Martha Washington). Nancy and her husband Mark live in the Midwest. She’s earned a degree in architecture, traveled extensively in Europe, and has performed in numerous theaters, symphonies, and choirs. She gives Sister Circle Seminars around the country, helping women identify their gifts as they celebrate their sisterhood. She is a fan of anything antique—humans included. Find out more at and

The Wallet Of Wisdom

The mouth of the righteous man utters wisdom,
and his tongue speaks what is just.
Psalm 37:30 (NIV)

Our son is smart. Brilliant. A genius.

Now that you’re done rolling your eyes, let me explain. I’m not speaking of the 2 + 2 = 4 kind of smart (though Carson does have his moments), I mean the wisdom that pops from the mouths of our children, unsolicited and unannounced. The wisdom that makes us grownups feel the need to . . . grow up.

It all started at a basketball game. The winter holidays were neatly tucked away until next year. No more tinsel on the carpet or massive meals that sent us napping. Our checkbook was taking a much needed breather as we gave our New Year’s resolutions a valiant shot at success.

As native Nebraskans (you can take the Cornhusker out of the state but never the state out of the Cornhusker), my husband, Mark, liked to take thirteen-year-old Carson to any of the Nebraska basketball games that came within free-throw distance of the Kansas City area where we lived. On this particular evening, Nebraska was visiting the University of Kansas in nearby Lawrence.

When Mark and Carson headed for the game, Carson made good use of his holiday loot. His newest CD filled the car with a beat worthy of any pregame warm-up. He wore his Nebraska jacket and a pair of jeans that were new enough to still fit his sprouting frame. His athletic shoes were guaranteed to make him jump as high and run as fast as any NBA player. His red T-shirt was crisp (as T-shirts go) and as yet unfaded from a zillion washings. A baseball hat made hair combing as outdated as hair tonic.

The NU-KU game was the epitome of college basketball with the crowd properly loud, the cheerleaders properly agile, and the food properly devoid of vitamins. “Go Big Red” ricocheted against “Go Jayhawks.” Fast-moving shoes squeaked against the varnished floor. The dribbled ball echoed amid claps and shouts.

Odd how a quiet moment can cut through the noise. Rise above it. A moment unplanned but forever remembered . . .

After a proper refueling with nachos and Coke at halftime, Carson pulled out his wallet.

Mark glanced over. “Isn’t that my old wallet?”

Carson nodded. “You got a new one for Christmas. I took your old one. Is that okay?”

Mark shrugged and watched as Carson put his ticket stub in the wallet.

“What do you have in there?” Mark asked. “Lots of money?”

Carson spread the billfold. The only contents were ticket stubs from sporting events they had attended together.

“You’ve kept all those stubs? You put them in my old wallet?”

“They help me remember. And I like having your old billfold better than any present I got for Christmas.”


“Because it was yours.”

Forget the team jackets, the CDs, the fancy athletic shoes . . .

Our son is smart. Brilliant. A genius.

And oh, such a blessing.

“Jesus said, ‘Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these’” (Matt. 19:14 NIV).

Nancy Moser