“What good are these among so many?”
Lord, when I take a box of pasta, a jar of sauce, some peanut butter, canned soup or vegetables for the Food Bank on the weekend, it seems like such a meager offering — a meal for a small family. But when I put it into the barrel, atop what others have donated, I realize that nothing I give is from me alone.
Please help me to remember, even as I struggle with debt, that just ten dollars can make a difference. Your harvest is a hundredfold.