The Widow of Zarephath’s story really speaks to me because I know what it feels like to look at what you have and think, this is not enough.

She was a mother in survival mode. She was down to her last little bit of flour and oil, preparing what she believed would be the final meal for herself and her son.

Then God asked her to trust Him.

I can relate to that more than I wish I could.

I’ve had seasons where the numbers simply didn’t make sense. Bills were there. Responsibilities were there. My children still needed things. And I couldn’t see how what I had was going to stretch far enough.

But I’ve also watched God provide.

Not always early.

Not always in the way I expected.

But somehow, right when I needed Him, something happened.

A need was met. A door opened. Someone showed up. Something I thought wouldn’t work out suddenly did.

The widow’s flour didn’t turn into a warehouse full of food overnight.

She simply kept having enough.

And I think that’s what gets me.

Sometimes I want God to give me enough provision that I never have to wonder or worry again.

But there have been seasons where He has given me exactly what I needed for that day.

Then enough for the next.

And the next.

Her story reminds me that “not enough” in my hands doesn’t mean not enough in God’s.

I’ve seen Him take seasons when I genuinely didn’t know how things were going to work out and somehow carry me and my family through them.

So when I start looking at what I have and wondering how it could possibly be enough, I want to remember her little jar of flour and oil.

Because sometimes the miracle isn’t having more than you could ever need.

Sometimes the miracle is looking back and realizing you never went without what God knew you needed.

And I’ve lived enough life now to know that God can do a lot with what looks like very little.