2 Kings 4:1-7
1NOW THE wife of a son of the prophets cried to Elisha, Your servant my husband is dead, and you know that your servant feared the Lord. But the creditor has come to take my two sons to be his slaves.
2Elisha said to her, What shall I do for you? Tell me, what have you [of sale value] in the house? She said, Your handmaid has nothing in the house except a jar of oil.
3Then he said, Go around and borrow vessels from all your neighbors, empty vessels--and not a few.
4And when you come in, shut the door upon you and your sons. Then pour out [the oil you have] into all those vessels, setting aside each one when it is full.
5So she went from him and shut the door upon herself and her sons, who brought to her the vessels as she poured the oil.
6When the vessels were all full, she said to her son, Bring me another vessel. And he said to her, There is not a one left. Then the oil stopped multiplying.
7Then she came and told the man of God. He said, Go, sell the oil and pay your debt, and you and your sons live on the rest.
Note these passages: " 6When the vessels were all full, she said to her son, Bring me another vessel. And he said to her, There is not a one left. Then the oil stopped multiplying. 7Then she came and told the man of God. He said, Go, sell the oil and pay your debt, and you and your sons live on the rest.
Voila~ my bread is in; I'm back!
Today is Dec. 23, 2009; 2 whole days before...Christmas of 2009-ish.
It occurred to me today, in bed that I have been guilty of placing far too much
emphasis on the gifts--although they are nice (yes--the getting of them,
the wrapping and the sending of them and the procuring of them.)
than I have on the Gift-giver Himself. Yes~ I (alone)--- am guilty.
Guilty, guilty, guilty.
In my meditation this morning I thought about (((Jesus.)))
I contemplated Him and the substance of His nature.
I then had the thought of Jesus as that one same oil
(as in the passage above)...the Oil that never runs dry;
oil that supplies (all) joy and provides for us a glad and a happy life .
He issues forth of Himself-- more and then...more.
Think on this then, Gentle Reader.
Bread recipe: my bread (today) was the standard
White bread recipe (made with bread flower) for
the Oster breadmaker (with a little bit of oatmeal;
about 1/3 cup thrown in.)
I will let you know *just how*
it turns out.