And she said, As the LORD thy God liveth,
have not a cake,
but an handful of meal in a barrel,
and a little oil in a cruse:
and, behold, I am gathering two sticks,
I may go in and dress it for me and my son,
that we may eat it, and die.
And Elijah said unto her, Fear not;
go and do as thou hast said:
but make me thereof a little cake first,
and bring it unto me,
and after make for thee and for thy son.
For thus saith the LORD God of Israel,
The barrel of meal shall not waste,
neither shall the cruse of oil fail,
until the day that the LORD sendeth rain upon the earth.
And she went and did according to the saying of Elijah:
and she, and he, and her house, did eat many days.
And the barrel of meal wasted not,
neither did the cruse of oil fail,
according to the word of the LORD,
which he spake by Elijah.
But what if . . .
what if the widow had not believed the words of the prophet?
What if she had not picked up that curse of oil the next morning
to fix the breakfast cake
What if she had not reached in to the bag
Did she wonder as she picked up the flour scoop
Did her hand tremble?
Did she cry
“LORD! HELP MY UNBELIEF!”
She was just like me
measuring out for days the amount left
in the bag and in the cruse.
Making each cake in the morning and in the evening
just a little smaller
just a little drier
knowing on what day
everything would be gone.
The day came
and as she looked in her little son’s eyes
Come, let us gather the sticks for today’s breakfast.
As they walk down the same lane
they had walked day after day
they met a man
who asked her to give everything she had to him first.
Remembering mine affliction and my misery,
the wormwood and the gall.
My soul hath them still in remembrance,
and is humbled in me.
This I recall to my mind,
therefore have I hope.
It is of the LORD’S mercies that we are not consumed,
because his compassions fail not.
They are new every morning:
great is thy faithfulness.
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