Xiao Hui wished that she could die a martyr for God. She wished she was stronger, bolder, a better witness for Jesus than she currently was.

The truth was, Xiao Hui was a coward, living in Singapore. Though she had been a Christian for years, she had not shared the gospel with anyone or did anything good or great for the Lord.

She was, in her own eyes, a weak Christian, a failure, the kind of Christians that would receive the least reward in heaven.

“Jesus, if only… if only I dared suffer more for you…” Xiao Hui sighed.

Xiao Hui’s grandmother fell ill and grew weak in her body. Xiao Hui was earnest in her care towards her grandmother. No one in her family wanted anything to do with the sick and fragile old lady except for Xiao Hui. Xiao Hui made sure that her grandmother had all the care she needed until the day she passed away.

Eventually, Xiao Hui grew old herself and, on the day she was about to pass away, she felt ashamed of herself.

“My Lord, until the end, I still did not dare suffer for you or witnessed for you. I am a failure.” She died, full of regret at her insignificant life.

“Xiao Hui, welcome home. Thy faithful servant!” Jesus beamed with a smile when He met Xiao Hui.

“My Lord, I have not done anything for you.” Xiao Hui replied with shame.

“Far from it. In the little things you did, like caring for your grandmother, and preparing food for your family, you are more than worthy. It is not great work that matters to me, but little things which you do daily. Therefore, welcome home, faithful servant.” Jesus replied.

Xiao Hui smiled. She was not the weakest saint, after-all.

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