I was feeling profoundly alone the night the jar arrived. My 4 year old son lost four ribs to a childhood cancer that nearly took his life three weeks after his birthday this year. The year has been difficult for many other reasons. Blessings have been brought about through hardship these last five years.
The jar arrived on a night that was the last sleepless night in a sleepless week pleading for help (not financial) from somewhere (Insert your preferred metaphor about thick silent heavens here).
I have not counted the contents of the jar. The gift was an answer to prayer and the kindness extended allowed me to feel love which has largely been absent this season.
I don't have any specific purpose in mentioning these things, only that I felt to pass on to you (as I am sure many have done) a lower light burning in the form of an old mason jar.