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