And it was so. The widow, one who at least one point in life been a Baal worshipper, believed the word that God had given Elijah. She didn't run out of oil. She didn't run out of flour. And most importantly, she didn't run out of hope.

A powerful wind blows, shattering rocks on the mountain but God wasn’t in it. And then there was an earthquake. And then a fire. But God wasn’t in those either. God’s presence was in the stillness that came after.