Wow!

This past Saturday the girls of our 4-H archery team went to the local Bass Pro Shops to raise money for our team to get to Texas. We spent the better part of six hours literally begging people for money, asking them to donate whatever they could to our cause.

While a fellow team mate of mine and I were standing at the exit with a jar, we asked a father passing with his son to donate money to our cause. "I only have a dollar," he said. We told him that was perfect, that every little bit helps. His son, who couldn't have been more that six, looked up at us with big eyes and blond, curly hair. "Here, you can have my quarter." It was one of the most heartwarming experinces I've ever had. It also reminded me of a bible story. The one where all these rich men are giving loads of money to the church and this one poor lady gave only a little, but it was all she had.

That one quarter was more meaningful to me than all the twenties and tens we got that day (though we are very thankful for all of those!!! they most certainly got us closer to our goal!!!) He didn't have to give, his dad already did. He wanted to give all that he had. He could've gotten himself a gumball at the candy machine but he gave his quarter to us. You never have to look very far to see the wonderful power and strength of God's love for his children!