Always Enough

I can hear the desperation in her rough, scratchy voice, I can visualize the bags under her eyes as she wearily replies to the prophet, “I don’t have any bread – only a handful of flour in the jar and a little olive oil in a jug. I am gathering a few sticks to take home and make a meal for myself and my son, that we may eat it and die."

 

But the prophet knows more. And he says to her, “ Don’t be afraid. Go home and do as you have said, but first make a small loaf of bread for me from what you have and bring it to me. and then make something for yourself and your son. For this is what the LORD, the God of Israel, says: ‘The jar of flour will not be used up and the jug of oil will not run dry until the day the LORD sends rain on the land.’”

So she went. And she did exactly what he said.

Do you or I know this kind of trust?

To Hope, when nothing seems to make sense. To Know that He knows best, even when what He is asking of you or me seems impossible.

I don't know much, but I am learning, and God is teaching me. Everyday I beg Him to bring me closer and closer to His heart. To break my heart for what breaks his. But what brings us close to his heart? Caring for the people who are dear to him. Caring for the poor, the broken, and the helpless is what brings us close. But I don't think anything gets us closer than injustice. I think of a Savior, who spent His whole life doing nothing but good. He spent his whole life saving, healing, feeding, and  helping. All to end up dying on a cross like a thief or murderer. And I cringe at the injustice of it all. 

But the good news?

 

Jesus is coming! I may still be young, and completely unable to understand why some things happen. But I am chosen, and instructed to carry the story of our Savior, to shine His light into a broken world. His love and His strength, they will not run dry until He gets here, fresh rain on a parched land. And I wait in hope for Him.