30 Years Saving for One Mitzvah on Sukkot A Story of True Faith

Let me score the rub. Let me tell you a story. My husband and I were always poor. Poor not like poor like today like you only make 500 bucks a week people think they're poor. Poor we're talking about poor. Poor like there is one egg for six people. My husband and I have always been poor. So poor that for Sukkot we were not able to afford to buy the Arba Minim. Never. No money to buy a trog. No money to buy the lulav. No money to buy that. But we see we love the mitzvot so much that always made a miracle that my husband was always able to borrow it to make the mitzvah during the hug. Just to make the mitzvah not to own it just to make the mitzvah. One day my dear husband comes to me. He says, "Why don't we start saving that maybe one day we will have the Arba Minim for Sukkot. From the two pennies we make we'll put a half of a quarter of a penny aside each every so often and save over a period of time till we can buy it." They were so poor they saved for 30 years. 30 years they saved to what? To finally come up with money to buy the Arba Minim one time.