Arise, go to Zarephath, which belongs to Sidon, and dwell there. Behold, I have commanded a widow there to feed you. 1 kings 17:9 (ESV)
A widow
A blessing waiting
She had a jug of oil
A handful of flour
Little
Sparse
By any standards little
God said to give
To trust
God said there is a blessing
For the widow
Could she trust Him?
She had a child!
What about him?
She believed
She trusted
She fed the prophet
God gave her
God blessed her
May we keep giving
Even in the hard times
The Father pours
Into our empty hands
And the blessings
Keep flowing
To the least of those
Salah
The God of more than enough
©2020 Cathrine Maina
Fountains of hope poetry 