Revue: Sinking…

“That Sinking Feeling,” © Lynn Abbott Studios. Used with Permission.

Dear Friends,  It seems particularly apropos to post the following REVUE just now.  (Those of you who have followed this blog from the beginning may remember the longer, “Growing Deep” post that this “revues.”)  Quite honestly, this past week a wee bit o’ water filled my “blogging boat.”  In other words, my computer caught a “virus.”   After a few days in the  tech “emergency” room, my computer is finally functioning again.  But I find myself extremely busy now, playing catch-up … bailing water after placing the patch, so to speak.  Please know that  if I appear more quiet than usual, that I am busy getting everything here back up and running; in the meantime, you can be certain that you are in my prayers.  Blessings to you and yours!  ~Lynn

“So do not fear for I am with you; Do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God.  I will strengthen you, surely I will help you, Surely I will uphold you with My righteous right hand,” ~Isaiah 41:10

© 2017 Lynn Abbott

I’m sure you’ve been there, too.

That sinking feeling.

It’s a desperate place to be. You definitely know that you have no control over anything. And you feel you have nothing left to give.

At times like these, I feel a little like the widow of Zarephath. She, too, found herself in a desperate place.

I Kings 17 describes her destitute state: she had nothing left but a handful of flour and a little oil. She had no other means for providing food for herself and her son.

She had no hope of acquiring anything more. After all, there was a famine in Israel, and she was a widow with little to offer her neighbors.

For this reason, she began gathering sticks in order to build the fire on which she planned to prepare a last meal.

That’s when Elijah arrived. God, in fact, told Elijah to go to Zarephath to find the widow and promised that the widow would provide for him.

For this reason, when Elijah met her at the city gate, he asked for a cup of water. And as she was going to get water, Elijah added: ‘Please bring me a piece of bread in your hand.’

Lost and alone. And in that moment of quiet desperation, God asked her to give.

Seriously?

To give at such a time… Well, it goes against natural wisdom. It doesn’t follow common sense.

It’s a desperate place to be.

Indeed, giving when finances are limited, reaching out when my own health is precarious, encouraging when my heart is shattered, lifting another when I feel lost…it all seems counter-intuitive.

In the widow’s place, I might have laughed out loud. After all, under such circumstances, I would be so far down the road of fear that such an admonishment would seem ludicrous.

Beyond all doubt, my mother’s instincts would prioritize the safety of my son. Yet, Elijah said, “Do not fear…”

And it occurs to me that often what prevents me from giving God’s grace is just that–fear.

I fear that there won’t be enough for me or for those I love. I fear I won’t have the strength, or the energy to follow through.

I fear I won’t be able to carry the burden emotionally. I fear I will be hurt.

I fear…

Elijah’s answer to her doubts, her desperation, and her hopelessness was one of direct reassurance.

He did not condemn her for being afraid.

He did not lecture her.

Instead, he gently encouraged her to embrace God’s path of grace.

“Do not fear,” Elijah said. And then, he continued, “Go, do as you have said, but make me a little bread cake from it first, and bring it out to me, and afterward you may make one for yourself and for your son.”

Elijah’s request was not unreasonable. He did not demand all that she had. God would not require her to deny her family food. Elijah simply asked her to share first from what little she had left.

The antidote for fear was a bold act faith…faith expressed through grace.

When she felt all was lost, when she thought she could no longer hang on, when she felt herself sinking, God called her to give of self rather than to preserve self.

And in that moment of quiet desperation, God asked her to give.

Indeed.

Christ promised that ‘whoever loses his life for my sake will find it,’ (Matthew 16:35).

So, by faith, the widow gave.

And Scripture says, “The bowl of flour was not exhausted nor did the jar of oil become empty, according to the word of the LORD…”

She didn’t become wealthy.  That isn’t what God promised.

But each day, she received what she needed: light for the journey; comfort in the midst of heartbreak; food for herself and her son; strength to make that next step of faith.

And in the same way, when you and I trust God with all that we have and are, He wraps us in His grace.Save

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