Jesus sat down opposite the place where the offerings were put and watched the crowd putting their money into the temple treasury. Many rich people threw in large amounts. But a poor widow came and put in two very small copper coins, worth only a fraction of a penny.
Calling his disciples to him, Jesus said, "I tell you the truth, this poor widow has put more into the treasury than all the others. They all gave out of their wealth; but she, out of her poverty, put in everything—all she had to live on." — Mark 12:41-44
In this story from Mark, a woman gives out of her poverty what equates to a fraction of a penny. But it was all she had. I can picture her approaching the temple treasury, hands trembling. Did she wonder for a moment if God would honor her sacrifice? Did she worry how she, or her family, would survive? Did she give a knowing smile, founded in her knowledge of God's faithfulness as she slipped the coins in? We can only speculate what thoughts might have crossed her mind, but she obediently did what she knew was right, willingly and sacrificially.
What I love here is that Jesus saw her. He saw her sacrifice. He saw her actions. He saw her heart. Just as He sees our smallest acts of sacrifice even when no one else does. Those times especially when we give out of the poverty of our hearts while feeling depleted and unappreciated.
You know the times I mean...when you think you just can't squeeze out anymore love, any more compassion, any more strength. But you do because you know somehow it matters. Especially in our spiritually mismatched marriages.
As Thanksgiving approaches, we can be thankful our God sees everything—the good and the bad. Jesus sees everyone of those sacrifices. And I do believe Jesus' calling attention to the woman to his disciples was not just to teach but also because he was proud of one of God's servants. He was proud of that dear woman. Just as I dare say he's proud of us when we give of our hearts, no matter how small.
I can remember not too long after I recommitted my life to Christ, we had a thankful box near the church entrance at Thanksgiving. Each of us was to write one thing on an index card that we were thankful for. I wrote "God" on my card. I could think of nothing in my life that I was more thankful for than his presence in my life. He'd rescued me from so much.
So, that is my offering this Thanksgiving. Again, I write God's name on that card and slip it into the treasure box. He's the one thing I'm most thankful for. He sees me. He knows me. He loves me.
And He loves you too.
Praying and believing,
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Marching Around Jericho is a spiritual guide. As you read through the pages, powerful and transformative instruction and equipping takes place. We follow Jesus as he leads us around the walls, imparting kingdom truths with each passing, finally arriving at the gates of the walled-off city, our spouse’s unbelieving heart. After the circles in prayer are complete, we arrive fully prepared to command the walls to crumble and be removed, making a way for our spouse to step from the rubble of lies and captivity, into faith and freedom!