N8tivegirl

Becoming Poured Out

When obedience feels costly, but heaven multiplies

There is a moment in Scripture that has always stayed with me — the story of Elijah and the widow. She was down to her last meal. One final portion of bread. Her plan was simple and heartbreaking: make it, eat it with her son, and then die.

Then the prophet asked her for it.

Not tomorrow.

Not after she figured things out.

Now.

What looks cruel at first glance was actually an invitation — not to loss, but to trust. Because what she saw as her end, God saw as her seed.

Her container was not empty.

It only looked empty.

Sometimes God asks us to pour out what we believe we cannot spare — our time, our strength, our love, our obedience — not because He wants to take from us, but because He knows what we are carrying still has purpose.

She poured.

And heaven filled.

The oil did not run dry.

The flour did not fail.

Provision followed obedience.

Becoming poured out is not about depletion.

It is about trusting that God multiplies what we surrender.

When we give Him our last, we discover it was never the end —

it was the doorway to more than enough.