A widow

Jesus admires the widow

for she gave all that she had.

I am a widow.

I want to give all.

But, I cannot.

She is so poor.

Yet, I so full of abundance.

Why do I stop.

Why can’t I give my all?

Why do I worry endlessly about money?

Why does it tangle me in its web?

Why does it snare me and trap me

and keep me bound up?

I am a widow

but, not like that widow.

God, I pray, help me become that widow.

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