Back in my university days, my monthly allowance was only RM 300. Whatever little I earned from part-time jobs—maybe RM 150 or less—had to go toward studies. Most of my time was spent revising.
That month was Mid-Autumn Festival. My church organized a celebration to share the gospel and distribute flyers. But everything cost money—especially transport. My daily routine was relentless: morning classes, a quick lunch, study, rush home to shower, then head out for evangelism, and finally find my own way back at night.
By the end of that period, I was nearly running a fever. My mother didn’t understand why I gave so much. My boyfriend (now my husband) was angry at me for being so unreasonable. But I simply knew—I wanted to truly live for the Lord just once. Compared to what Jesus gave up for me, my sacrifice was nothing.
Then came the night of the Mid-Autumn service. Our group leader asked if anyone could buy some mooncakes. I looked in my wallet. I had exactly RM 28.90—the price of eight small mooncakes. But there was still about a week left until next month’s allowance arrived.
I don’t know why, but I felt this was a test. A question being asked of me: What will you choose?
I bought the mooncakes.
On my way out, I stopped by my grandmother’s house to visit her. My aunt happened to be there, and she offered to give me a ride to church. Just as I stepped out of the car, she pressed some money into my hand.
I didn’t look at it—I was already late. Only after I reached the venue and settled down did I open my palm. It was RM 300.
Right there, I broke down crying. Not because I had money again. But because God saw me. No one understood my offering, but He did. He saw every bit of it.
“But when you give to the needy, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, so that your giving may be in secret. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.”
Matthew 6:3-4
God will provide and He is the reason we rejoice, not because of his blessings.
Even-though, the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines,
though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food,
though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls,
yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Savior.
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