The announcement was made. The cheers rang out. Tonight there would be pancakes for dinner. Little hands rushed in. Can I crack the eggs? Will you help me reach the whisk? Please, can I flip them? Smiles were wide and anticipation as thick as the very batter. The production is unexpectedly halted with one glance at the milk jug. Not nearly enough to fill the cup. We will just have to see. Oldest helper says, "look mom, maybe it will be like the oil in the jug that didn't run out." Mind wanders it's way back to a Sunday morning. And a smile of satisfaction spreads across my face. The lesson was learned. "Maybe God will provide enough milk for us, like he did for the widow and Elijah."
Maybe He will.
That night the milk ran out before the cup was filled, but Living Truth overflowed.
God alone is our Provider.
Fix these words of mine in your hearts and minds; tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. Teach them to your children, talking about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. Deut 11:18-19
...and when you are making pancakes for dinner
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