my overflow

I write another blog for the church and sometimes I find that writing just one isn't enough. I have an overflow of thoughts that cannot be contained. This last week at church, Pastor talked about the woman in I Kings 17 who was asked to feed Elijah. She had only enough to make a last meal for her and her son before finally succumbing to starvation and dying.

Recently, money has been tight. Like really tight. There are days when we are counting pennies and making each one stretch a little. Been here before. Survived. Will survive this too, but there are days when you just can't help but want to complain. You want to play the pity card. You want to scream in frustration and throw your hands up in defeat. Then...

Then you read I Kings 17. Hmmm...guess I may have blown my situation a little out of proportion. Feelings of embarrassment and guilt rush to the surface. Sorry for being such a drama queen, God. 

Not only did this woman restrain herself from a full out complaining session, but she fed Elijah. She did it. She sacrificed the last of her flour and oil to feed this man of God. 

I saw a status the other day that said "'Enoch walked with God and he was not, for God took him.' Let me walk with God in the same manner." I feel the same way with this passage. I hope I can possess the strength, the faith, and the surrender that this woman possessed.