How big is my God? How much does he want to bless me?
God stopped me today as I read the story of the widow whose son was going be taken as a slave because her husband had debts he didn’t pay before he died. She asked Elisha for help saying she had nothing left except a small jar of olive oil.
Elisha replied, ” Go around and ask your neighbors for empty jars. Don’t ask for just a few. Then go inside…and pour oil into all the jars…” She did exactly what Elisha said and she just kept filling the jars until they were all full. The oil stopped flowing when her last jar was full. Then she sold the oil to pay her debts and had enough money left over to live on.
Now that I know the end of the story, my automatic response is – too bad she didn’t get more jars!
Did you go there?
And then I wonder how many times God was willing to bless me abundantly but I didn’t bring enough jars? I didn’t bring enough faith? Enough trust?
How often do I short-cut God’s attempts to lavish love and care on my life because I don’t ask?
The message I’ve been consistently receiving lately from God is that there are some mountains he will move if I will boldly ask. He’s stirring up a wind of his Spirit that he is inviting me to take part in if I will ‘bring enough jars’.
Nothing is impossible for my Father God so I will acknowledge that by boldly asking and watching expectantly for his answer.
I’m getting a lot of jars lined up, Abba Father.