On Oil and Miracles
There’s a story in the Old Testament (2 Kings 4) about a widow who has nothing to her name but a jar of olive oil. That’s it. But through that bit of surrendered oil, God does a miracle. It’s a short story, and I’m shortening it even more for the sake of this post. But I’m really glad this story is in the Bible.
The widow is scared, unsure, and desperate. She feels empty. All drained out. And I have most definitely felt like this as an artist. Like all I have to give are these teeny tiny scraps. I feel scared at times. What if it never happens? What will they think? I feel unsure. Is this what I should do next? How will it all work out? And yup, I’ve felt desperate too. Please, God, I want my writing to matter. I want to matter.
I think God understands all of this really well. He knows exactly where I’m at and exactly how much I have to give. But He isn’t limited like I’m limited. He can take my bit of surrendered oil and do His thing with it. The stories I write can grow and glint with something divine–something not of me. And there’s the blessing. There’s the miracle.
Have you felt drained recently? How do you proceed with creating when you feel that way?