One of my fondest memories goes back many years ago when my husband and I were students in Bible College. My husband preached on the week-ends. We would drive back and forth to small communities to minister in various churches. There was one church in Arkansas that we went to regularly. We always stayed in the home of a widow lady named Mrs. Medlin. Although she existed on a small pension and lived in a humble home, she loved God’s servants and wanted to be a blessing to them. When we visited her, she treated us like royalty. Some Sundays our meal would only be oxtail soup, but she made that simple meal seem like a feast. She willingly shared what she had. She never tried to impress us, she just wanted to love our family and share what she had with us.