My last coins.

 

There are mornings I wake up tired.

When the busyness of life has consumed me even in my dreams.

I come to you quietly with exhausted heart and give you my very last coins.

An offering,

of little worth.

There are many ways in which to spend the last I have to give.

But, when I lay it silently before Your feet, I hear the tired echoes of other women through generations.

Mothers, clutching scuffed dreams.

And I know,

I am not alone.

When all I have, is all I give,

it is enough.

Mark 12:41-44

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Liezel Graham

Wife. Mum. Lover of words. Lover of the Word. Writer of stories. I drink too much coffee and dream improbably big dreams. The quintessentially weird kid, all grown up and (still) finding refuge in books and words.

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