Rather than use a prompt, I used part of a verse from scripture to write this after church one Sunday. It is more of a devotional than a story, but it is based on the story of Elijah asking a widow for food. She and her son are desperately poor and she was planning to take the last of her oil and flour, make a final meal, lie down and die. Elijah speaks to her and gives her the following assurance. Read on.
The jar will never be empty; the jug will never fail.
We seemed to be destined to live on hard times. We were at poverty level according to state guidelines due to the fact that I couldn’t work and Allen was in a low paying job. It was not payday yet, and the cupboards were getting bare. I was desperate for ingredients to fix a meal. I opened the pantry, scanning its contents carefully. Was there more flour in my container than there was yesterday? I couldn’t remember, but it seemed like there was. I looked for other ingredients and found I could at least make pancakes, which was about all I had the energy for anyway. Wait a minute—here are some canned vegetables. I don’t remember having those in here. Where did they come from? Were they expired? Nope. They were still perfectly good. That gave me a start for the next meal and then at long last it would be payday. I wasn’t sure how my pantry still had these things in it. I scratched my head, wondering if this was the work of my in-laws. Then I remembered an Old Testament lesson: The jar will never be empty; the jug will never fail.
This lesson always speaks to me. There have been several other times in my life when I have sworn my cupboard only had food in it due to a miracle on God’s part. He always makes sure I have enough. I know that fearing to lose something earthly is like tempting God to take it, but if he does, it is returned tenfold. This doesn’t just apply to food in our cupboards. It applies to everything he gives us. Even the greatest loss of a life dear to you leaves something or someone in its wake. But I digress. Allen and I suffered a significant financial loss in October that had us pinching pennies for two months. Though I was more worried before the loss than after, this lesson was a comfort. Even if all I had to cook was pancakes, it was food and it was more than some others have. But I don’t just have to have faith. I remember that my jar has never been empty and my jug has never failed. I have had evidence that this is true in my life.
God gave me a wonderful partner to get through these times with. I used to live in terror of losing him, able to visualize the whole thing. I would spend afternoons in tears over the loss I felt sure was coming. I know that day may still come, but I am comforted by Elijah’s words to this widow. I just need to continue to believe that the same will always be true no matter what. God always gets me out of places where I feel I will make my last meal, lay down and die. But I am reminded by this passage that I will always have plenty, whether I see it as plenty or not.
Have you ever wondered how you were going to get your next meal or make ends meet? Has God rescued you in these times with a full jar and jug? Talk about your story in the comments section.