The Widow's Last Offering

In the bustling streets of ancient Israel, I was a mere shadow, almost invisible. To society, I was next to nothing, symbolized by the two tiny lepton coins in my pocket. These coins, known as mites, barely weighed on my hand, yet their significance was profound.

The world around me often forgot about the widows. We were remnants of past lives, carrying stories untold. Stories of love, loss, and sacrifice. The history of widows in the scriptures was a tapestry of tragedies and triumphs, with each tale echoing a recurring theme: God’s unwavering love for the most vulnerable.