This weekend, we did not have time to act out our weekly Bible story, so we did it this morning.  Christopher was Elisha, I was the widow, and Natalie was my son.  Natalie and I came to Christopher telling him that we were in debt, and had not food.  He told us to take our oil and pour it into all the jars, pots, and jugs we could find.  So then the three of us began knocking on all of our kitchen cabinets, telling our plight, and getting all the containers we could find out to put our oil in it. 

Since Mommy isn't God, we pretended to fill them all up with our pitcher of (pretend) oil.  Then we ran to Christopher and told him what God had done for us, and he told us to sell it and take care of our debt and food. 

I didn't want to scrimp on getting the jars, since I wanted to object lesson to obey God enthusiastically and with trust and expectation.  I think I could use a little of that myself. 

I was reminded that you can't out-give God, that His commands are kind, and they may require a little more effort than is easy to put forth, but you will never say, "Oh, I wish I hadn't been so obedient to God!"