i’ve been thinking lately about a widow and two copper coins (see Luke 21:1-4).
Jesus said that out of her poverty, she gave everything she had.
and in that, i am realizing the depth of my own poverty. perhaps not in finances necessarily (especially as i compare myself to the resources—or lack of—that i see here in Liberia.)
but of time and energy these days, i have little. i am lacking. i am poor.
and yet, Jesus keeps asking me to give of those very things. the things that i barely have.
there must be a lesson somewhere in that…