Gather Not a Few

About a week or so ago, I received a bill from my car insurance company. It's been off to a rocky start, and I sighed as I opened it, wondering what I'll have to fix this time. With my finances so incredibly tight, I knew if I could manage any more unexpected expenses. I open the bill and stare for a minute. Then I start praising God, shouting and hitting my steering wheel like a mad woman. This bill was nearly a hundred dollars less than expected. I was so overwhelmed, cause I knew I could pay the original, but only just, and God went over and above what I was expecting.


I then remembered a concept I read in a book, of something that happened in the Bible. In 2 Kings, chapter 4 or there abouts, is the story of the widow of a prophet, and Elisha going to her house during a famine asking for food. She responds that she has only this bit of oil and flour for her and her son. Elisha tells her to gather jars, borrow jars from her neighbors, Gather not a few. The widow, not knowing what he is about, gathers all the jars and does as Elisha says and pours her little oil into the jars. She has enough to fill them all, some of which she can keep, some she can sell.


Now, widow, not really knowing Elisha or what was going on, gathered as many jars she could find, expecting he would do something. Why do I, who knows how big, generous, loving, etc, my God is, only put out my faith for a little blessing, or "just enough", thinking that I can just get by?


Gather not a few, He says. Let His provision and blessing blow me out of the water. Come expectant and expecting, knowing He can and will and lovesto fill up our jars.


God's so awesome....