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Gracious God, how about renaming that gospel story, "The Widow's Mite"? I know that "mite" means very little but she had something grand. Could it be, "The Mighty Widow"? She had nothing, yet everything. She had spunk, spirit, and strength to give. She possessed the heavenly treasure! Lord, make us mighty. Give us this inward strength that makes all the difference. Count us in Lord. We want our lives—all we have to offer—to be a part of the mix; add a pinch of joy, a dash of laughter and a full cup of human concern. So blend our lives together and stir us that the outcome may nourish many, and cause hearts to sing and faces to glow with life, until all who hunger for Love are satisfied. Amen |