There is Enough

One of my favorite Bible stories is the story of Elisha and the widow. For those not familiar with it, Elijah, while visiting a land in the midst of a drought, stops at the home of a widow and asks her not only for water, but for a piece of bread. He is thirsty and he is in need of food. It’s pretty audacious, the asking, or at least that is how I always felt. I couldn’t imagine stopping someone I did not know and not just ask, but expect them to care for me, but Elijah did just that. The woman, somewhat flustered, explained that she had just mere drops of oil and a handful of flour left and soon she and her son would perish. How could she make him bread? She was about to make the last loaf before they died. But Elijah persisted, pledging to her that God would make sure that her oil and flour would never run out until it rained again. It was a promise that must have seemed outrageous and impossible, but she made the bread. Having nothing to lose, she pushed her fear, her worries, her own sense of self-preservation aside and she made him bread.

And she had enough. She had enough oil. She had enough flour. That oil would become everlasting and she would never be without.

This is the story I would read in my tattered children’s Bible when we diluted the milk with water. This was what I thought about when we would be at the grocery story with a calculator and coupons, deciding what to put back. This was what I meditated on when I was curled up in my bed at night, worried about things children shouldn’t have to worry about. This is the story I now remember as I toss and turn at night, thinking about current events.

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I feel close to God when I bake bread. The mixing of the yeast and water, the kneading of the dough, the waiting, the watching….it all feels so much like Holy Spirit breath. When I bake bread I feel like I’m in the center of the presence of God. There aren’t many times I can say that, so I hold onto these holy moments. I stand silently waiting for the bread to rise, listening for what God is saying in that moment.

I wonder what the widow felt like as she mixed her bread. When she poured out the flour and oil did she really think they were going to miraculously fill back up? Was she hopeful and expectant or did she obey solemnly and with a measure of reservation? I like to think that from then on, when she went to make her bread for the day, God’s presence met her there. I imagine that each morning when she made their daily bread she remembered that she worshipped the God who delivers, the God who provides, the God who sees.

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It’s Friday, Inauguration Day and I don’t know what I should be doing. I want to sit in front of the television and watch CNN all day. I want to turn off the TV and listen to Hamilton so loud my windows shake. I want leave the house and distract myself up and down the aisles of Target. I want to sit in my chair and spend the day praying. I don’t know if you are reading this on a day full of hope or a day full of dread. I don’t know if you are feeling vindicated or let down. But I do know this. There is enough. I’m coming to you, boldly, like Elisha. I’m asking for you to give, to rally, to use your voice. We don’t need to operate out of fear and self-preservation.  We have enough as a nation to care for the widow, the orphan, and the stranger in our land. There are things that you care about, things worth fighting for. And soon you may feel tired and discouraged. You might feel like you have nothing left to give. I want you to give all you have. I want you to take the last of your oil and flour and make something beautiful with it, trusting that tomorrow there will be more. I want you to believe in the miracle.

We have enough. 

Brenna D'Ambrosio

Brenna D'Ambrosio

I believe in finding and celebrating the breath of God in the every day, and that sometimes a gentle, simple group of words is the best way to reflect the complex and bold beauty of the world. I believe in the fierce. I believe in a generation of girls and women finding their voice. A generation who are the heroes of their own story, who fight their own battles, and slay their own dragons.
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  • Thank you for words today that decimate the spirit of scarcity and lack that wants to sneak into my days. You and Isaiah are singing the same song on this cold day in January:
    And the Lord will guide you continually
    and satisfy your desire in scorched places
    and make your bones strong;
    and you shall be like a watered garden,
    like a spring of water,
    whose waters do not fail. (Isaiah 58:10-11)

  • Nicole Walters

    Such words of hope this week amidst words of anger. Thank you. This is what we need. What all our souls need. Have you read Out of the House of Bread? I met Preston at Calvin and we had a long talk and I have loved the book so far (I have to be honest that I had to put it down just because life was so busy and I couldn’t give it my all and wanted to wait until I could to experience it). I think you would really enjoy it! And yes…Hamilton today for me too!

  • I loved the way you weaved several stories into one message for all of us. Well done!

  • Jo-Ann Sassone

    Thank you for the words of encouragement Brenna, and for the reminder that God is sovereign and provides for all our needs. And that it’s up to us to stand firm for what is right and just. I’m feeling distraught, but will cast out the fear and anxiety, replacing it with the assurance that God can use all circumstances for His glory.

  • Suzanne Terry

    This was what I needed to read right now. I have the inauguration surrounding me in stereo in my office right now, and reading this helped me to relax a little. Thank you.

  • Kathy Forsyth

    “You might feel like you have nothing left to give. I want you to give all you have. I want you to take the last of your oil and flour and make something beautiful with it, trusting that tomorrow there will be more.” What a beautiful reminder of God’s daily provision. “There is enough!”

  • Karen Gonzalez

    I have always loved the story of Elijah and the widow–thank you for this beautiful reflection. Indeed, there is enough for all of us in God’s economy.