Poor Widow Journal Entry

The Poor Widow
Entry #1:
My stomach groins from not eating enough the past week. My ragged clothes cling stick to my body from the sticky sweat. I sheepishly make my way through the market, looking for any sort of food that I can possibly afford from begging. In my pocket are two copper coins, and I plan to use them wisely. People part my way for me as I walk down the dirt road. I see eyes with pity for me, and eyes that find disgust in me. I ignore them both, as I meticulously search the large, buzzing market place for anything worth my pay. As I come across a basket full of bread, a man bumps into. I fall to me feet and hear the clatter of my copper coins hitting the ground. I get to my knees frantically, ignoring the pain in my knees and hip. I move my hand along the dirt of the ground, feeling for the coins. Alas, a glint of light catches my eye, and I see the two coins. I grab them and punch them into my pocket before anyone can take them. I need these for tomorrow. I remember. Then, I make my way out of the market,
Ever since I’ve met that man Jesus at the temple, my desire for God has been an unsatisfying fire, that burns and burns. People still look at me the same way, and my body still grows ever closer to dying, but my loneliness that I had from the loss of my husband is now replaced with a new comfort in God. I hold out my hands for to the people passing by, begging for money so I can feed my stomach. A man and a child walk by, and as the man sees me, he produces a caring glance. In his right hand he hold a loaf of bread. He bends over, rips the bread in half, and hands it to the child. “Give this to the nice lady,” he says. The little boy takes the bread and immediately offers it to me. My hand reaches out to the bread. As I take it I say to the two, “God bless you.” The man and child smile back at me and go on their way, leaving me with some food for the