Monday Morning

Monday morning for pastors' wives (well, THIS one anyway) are not so unlike those of everyone else except for the possible addition of another emotion or activity - reflection on the events and conversations of the previous day.  THIS pastor's wife has a tendency to review things thoroughly with thoughts of following up and following through.  Sifting through what to pass on to her pastor husband for HIS action, and of course FULL of suggestions for improvement!  (Can you read the regret/sarcasm/confession between my lines?)

This morning, I'm reflecting on my tears.  WHY could I not hold them back?  Why were they falling incessantly down my cheeks all through the service?  I'm still not sure.  The answer(s) aren't coming readily.

Some of them, I think, are tears of exhaustion.  Not from being physically overworked, but from emotional overload.  While considering that possibility as I dressed this morning, the strangest passage of Scripture came to my mind!  This one from Mark 12.

Sitting across from the offering box, he was observing how the crowd tossed money in for the collection. Many of the rich were making large contributions. One poor widow came up and put in two small coins—a measly two cents. Jesus called his disciples over and said, “The truth is that this poor widow gave more to the collection than all the others put together. All the others gave what they’ll never miss; she gave extravagantly what she couldn’t afford—she gave her all.”

(The Message)

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 I KNEW it was a message for me.  And I know what He is asking of me. 

Today out of my "poverty", I will put in everything!

(And I'm not talking about financial poverty).

I will keep on giving.  Extravagantly.

I will keep on going.

Jesus IS watching.  Jesus sees.

And that's enough.