A word from Joni, when she was in the midst of terrible pain in addition to her disability (paragraph formatting is mine):
In the course of some of these recent days as I’ve fought for just the smallest bits of normalcy and peace in my war with pain, I don’t feel as if I have very much left to offer at all.
But in the final scheme of things, I know it doesn’t matter.
He is the one who will make the most of the little I’ve got.
He is the one who took note of the widow’s mite, dropped into the treasury, and affirmed that her little was worth more in heaven’s sight than the offering of those who had given much, but had much more held in reserve.
Joni Eareckson Tada, A Place of Healing: Wrestling with the Mysteries of Suffering, Pain, and God’s Sovereignty, Kindle Locations 1299-1303.