The Widow's Oil: Empty Jars, Endless Supply

Debt was about to take my sons… until God filled my emptiness. I cried to

Elisha: ‘My husband is dead, and creditors are coming!’ All I

had was a jar of oil. He said, ‘Borrow empty vessels. Not a few.’

I shut the door. My sons handed me jar after jar.

I poured and the oil never stopped. Not until every vessel was full.

I sold the oil. Paid the debt. Saved my sons. God didn’t give

me money… He gave me multiplication. God fills whatever faith brings Him.