3 views
THE LORD WILL PROVIDE
'Stopppp!!!!!' I screamed , my voice hoarse, rivulets of tears running their course down my face.
For a moment they halted, cold faces staring down on me.
' Please, don't do this to me' I begged, falling to my knees and clinging to the robe of their leader.
' Have mercy on me, I just lost my husband, I can't lose my sons too' I cried.
I watched my sons, shivering in fear, their eyes pleading for me to save them.
Jehovah, where are you, I thought.
How did my life turn upside down.
" Woman, what do you have to say? I'm not being wicked, I just want my money back, your husband borrowed from me and he died, should I let my money die with him?" My creditor asked, with not an iota of pity on his face.
" I'll find a way, I promise. Just don't take my sons, you can take me instead, I will be your slave"
' You would just be a burden than an asset, I prefer young blood instead' He grinned, an evil glint in his eyes.
' Or would you warm my bed instead ' He said , coming closer as I walked backwards, recoiling away from him.
Jehovah Jireh, please help me.
All of a sudden, I became bold, despite my hands shaking.
' Give me three days, if I don't get your money, take me and take my sons. '
He looked at me, puzzled.
' If you steal, the elders would have no mercy on you, everyone would forget your husband was ever a prophet, and I would gladly take your son's as my slaves' He said, looking down at me with scorn.
' Let them go'
I ran towards my children, hugging them so tight, with the three of us crying.
Abel, my first looked up at me with fear.
' Mama, how would we get the money to pay him' He asked and they both looked at me with expectation.
I managed a smile, mustering the courage I didn't have and told them as we walked back to our run-down abode.
' THE LORD WILL PROVIDE '
The next morning , I ran to the prophet , startling both him and his servant.
I cried, telling him all that had happened to me.
With all calmness, he asked me
" What do you have at home?"
I thought long and hard, my children had not taken food because we had nothing at home BUT there was a bottle of Oil.
I told him and he gave me the most incredulous reply I ever heard.
But again I thought ' THE LORD WILL PROVIDE '
I walked home, borrowing jars and bowls and every vessel I could find, each woman looking at me in pity as the story of me and my sons had spread but I didn't let their looks deter me.
My sons went and borrowed vessels until we couldn't find no more.
We set to work and I opened the bottle , my hands shaking as I poured the small bottle into that large bowl.
My eyes widened in shock as I watched the oil continue flowing.
Joy filled my heart as we filled all the vessels with oil.
And as I called the oil merchant and he saw my reserve of oil and exclaimed " This oil is of the best quality"
Tears of joy rolled down my face as I hugged my sons close to my bosom.
Smiling through my tears, I whispered " We are free"
Indeed THE LORD WILL PROVIDE.
© All Rights Reserved
For a moment they halted, cold faces staring down on me.
' Please, don't do this to me' I begged, falling to my knees and clinging to the robe of their leader.
' Have mercy on me, I just lost my husband, I can't lose my sons too' I cried.
I watched my sons, shivering in fear, their eyes pleading for me to save them.
Jehovah, where are you, I thought.
How did my life turn upside down.
" Woman, what do you have to say? I'm not being wicked, I just want my money back, your husband borrowed from me and he died, should I let my money die with him?" My creditor asked, with not an iota of pity on his face.
" I'll find a way, I promise. Just don't take my sons, you can take me instead, I will be your slave"
' You would just be a burden than an asset, I prefer young blood instead' He grinned, an evil glint in his eyes.
' Or would you warm my bed instead ' He said , coming closer as I walked backwards, recoiling away from him.
Jehovah Jireh, please help me.
All of a sudden, I became bold, despite my hands shaking.
' Give me three days, if I don't get your money, take me and take my sons. '
He looked at me, puzzled.
' If you steal, the elders would have no mercy on you, everyone would forget your husband was ever a prophet, and I would gladly take your son's as my slaves' He said, looking down at me with scorn.
' Let them go'
I ran towards my children, hugging them so tight, with the three of us crying.
Abel, my first looked up at me with fear.
' Mama, how would we get the money to pay him' He asked and they both looked at me with expectation.
I managed a smile, mustering the courage I didn't have and told them as we walked back to our run-down abode.
' THE LORD WILL PROVIDE '
The next morning , I ran to the prophet , startling both him and his servant.
I cried, telling him all that had happened to me.
With all calmness, he asked me
" What do you have at home?"
I thought long and hard, my children had not taken food because we had nothing at home BUT there was a bottle of Oil.
I told him and he gave me the most incredulous reply I ever heard.
But again I thought ' THE LORD WILL PROVIDE '
I walked home, borrowing jars and bowls and every vessel I could find, each woman looking at me in pity as the story of me and my sons had spread but I didn't let their looks deter me.
My sons went and borrowed vessels until we couldn't find no more.
We set to work and I opened the bottle , my hands shaking as I poured the small bottle into that large bowl.
My eyes widened in shock as I watched the oil continue flowing.
Joy filled my heart as we filled all the vessels with oil.
And as I called the oil merchant and he saw my reserve of oil and exclaimed " This oil is of the best quality"
Tears of joy rolled down my face as I hugged my sons close to my bosom.
Smiling through my tears, I whispered " We are free"
Indeed THE LORD WILL PROVIDE.
© All Rights Reserved
Related Stories
