A few days ago Miss E came to me with a handful of tiny little orange flowers, gathered from the various weeds in our yard no doubt.

"Mommy, I picked these just for you."

I smiled and thanked her as she placed them in my hand.  

"You better put them somewhere because they will just die," she told me in her matter of fact way.  "But I really wanted to give them to you.

I don't know why, but all of the sudden those little flowers became so much more precious.  She knew they were not much, but in her little five year old world, they were all she had to offer.  And she wanted to give her mommy a gift.

And I loved her so much for it.

I found myself wondering if this is how Jesus feels towards us.  

I am often discouraged by what little I am able to offer to our Savior.  It seems so worthless to bring anything I can give to the King of kings.  

But my heart was filled with hope as I pictured Him, receiving my pitiful offering, the best I can find to bring Him in my broken little world.  Him knowing that I know my gift is really quite worthless. But also knowing that I love Him so much, I just desperately want to give Him something.

Do I make His heart swell with joy the way mine did over the humble offering of my girl?

I hope so.

I cannot do much.  My amen is only a weak one.  
Yet as the widow put in her two mites which was all she had to live on,
so Lord I put my time and eternity into Your treasury.
It is all Yours.
~Charles Spurgeon