My Widow’s Mite

Sometimes…many times, Father, the struggle, even at the beginning of the day when little has happened, the struggle is to be still and to listen…to You and not myself. The prayer I read in The Valley of Vision included these lines today,

“Thou bottomless fountain of all good,
I give myself to thee out of love,
for all I have or own is thine,
my goods, family, church, self,
To do with as thou wilt,
to honor thyself by me, and by all mine.”

In the totality of all the world – all that is Yours, all that is given You – in many ways my gifts are small and they are relatively insignificant. But only a God like You can cherish and appreciate the importance of my simple offerings amongst the vast multitude of offerings. To You I am important. To You I am significant. The widow’s mite I bring (Mark 12:41-44) is my all. It is not lost amongst all the many gifts, it is noticed, it is appreciated.

Lord, this week is full of too many things – my beloved family, preparation for worship Sunday and church reports in preparations for pending meetings. Help me to balance them all as You would have me do. Work through me, guide my actions, help me to use my time wisely. May I invest wisely in what is important and accomplish what needs to be done in a timely manner. And most importantly, may I keep You at the absolute center of it all. Amen.

August 2nd, Tues, 6:10 am