My daughter Shannon teaches kindergarten. She is an outstanding mother and a gifted writer. I am privileged to share this recent blog of hers:
We’re reading the story of the widow’s offering this morning (Mark 12:41-44).
A humble one, eyes downcast, who gave her best.
From her poverty, she gave all.
The Greek word can also be translated life.
From her poverty, she gave life.
I met her once, you know.
Once upon a time when I taught in the city.
She was a Little One, all spindly legs and braided hair.
Smart and articulate beyond her years, she came and went from my classroom that year, as her housing situation depended on the day (and, sometimes, on the kindness of strangers).
We shared a name, this Little One and I, and I joked that she was really my sister.
She loved to read, this Little One, and so when I offered a new book each month for just one dollar, she would scrounge together a handful of change and count it out carefully…
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