Broken Open

He said, “I tell you truly, this poor widow put in more than all the rest; for those others have all made offerings from their surplus wealth, but she, from her poverty, has offered her whole livelihood.” // Luke 21:3-4

It’s been three months since my uterus ruptured. Three months since the blood transfusions and the emergency c-section and the week-long hospital stay.

And sometimes the passage of time feels impossible. Because that day still lingers so deeply in my body. The incision still aches, and my head still throbs from the lack of blood. Yet, babies still need to be rocked in the dead of night, and big kids still need to be cared for at the break of day.

And it’s often in those daily humdrum moments that I truly feel depleted. The moments where the needs of everyone culminate and consume my tired and broken body. They are the moments I am stretched to give a little more and called to love a little stronger.

Today’s Gospel reading about the poor widow is a reflection of these sorts of moments. It is a reminder of our call to give. And sometimes our gifts aren’t monetary at all. Sometimes our “two small coins” are the daily sacrifices we make for the sake of the Gospel. It is rocking an infant in the dark while your eyes long for sleep. It is helping an aging parent get through their final days. It is making a meal for a neighbor while illness ravages her household.

There are many ways we are called to give and many sacrifices we are asked to make. And it is in these sacrifices that true grace is found.

So, dear sister, what two small coins do you have to offer today?

It is in these sacrifices that true grace is found. // Brittany CalavittaClick to tweet

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