Yehova Ire Official

Elara opened the sack, tears streaming down her face. She looked at her small cake, then at the abundance in the sack. It was more than enough to last the entire season.

Just as she took the tiny, smoking bread off the fire, a knock came at the door. YEHOVA IRE

“Jehovah Jireh,” she whispered, the words familiar but heavy on her tongue. It was a phrase her grandmother taught her, a name for God meaning "The Lord will provide". But today, faith felt distant. Elara opened the sack, tears streaming down her face

"I had a strange dream," the man said, looking down at his feet, not making eye contact. "I dreamed that if I didn't bring you the remainder of my winter stores, my own house would be empty by next month. I don't know why I came, but I feel I must give you this." Just as she took the tiny, smoking bread