The little Subway sandwich shop was almost deserted that Sunday afternoon. Everyone was home eating Sunday dinner with their families. Everyone, that is, except me. Far from home, I had decided to stop here for some lunch.

Since there were no other customers in the store, the older lady who had served me came over and sat down to chat with me while I ate. She told me she was from Texas and had moved to Georgia with her husband just a few years before he died. Now she was stranded with no family or close friends, unable to earn enough money to move back to Texas. Despite her discouraging circumstances, the lady was one of the happiest and friendliest people I have ever met.

Soon the conversation turned to my future plans, and I mentioned that I was preparing to go overseas as a full-time missionary. Bursting with excitement, the lady jumped up and ran to the back yelling over her shoulder, “That’s terrific! I’m gonna help you!”

When she reappeared, she solemnly and joyfully placed a single dollar bill on the table in front of me. I felt odd accepting her money, but I knew it was not a gift to me but to the Lord, so I humbly and gratefully turned in her donation.

That little Baptist lady, stranded in a Subway in north Georgia, gave everything she could, even if it was only a single dollar. God has blessed her gift immensely and multiplied it to thousands for the Batangan Project.

Friends, never hesitate to give a gift to God because you think it’s too small. Whether the gift is money, talents or time, if you give it honestly and joyfully, God will bless it

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