Getting out my jars

Consistency is not my strong suit.  I set out to begin an exercise program, and something distracts me.  I set out to improve my diet, and I get the munchies.  I set out to read my Bible every single day, and then some days I just don't.  I set out to write on this blog weekly and I skipped a week, then I'm writing 2 posts in 2 days.  I set out to adopt a child and I find myself not forging wholeheartedly ahead with the paperwork and contacts and such.  Why am I like that?  Most of the time it's a lack of discipline on my part.  The adoption paperwork?  I was asking myself that same question this morning.  I really want to bring our child home as soon as possible.  As I really examined my heart, I'm finding fear winning out over faith.  If I forge ahead completely, I have to completely trust God's hand to work in so many areas.  I've been dragging my feet a little, waiting to figure it all out first.  Then this morning, I read this scripture passage.  Sorry for the length, but I want you all to see what God oh so gently smacked me with today.

2 Kings 4:  ¹ The wife of a man from the company of the prophets cried out to Elisha, “Your servant my husband is dead, and you know that he revered the LORD. But now his creditor is coming to take my two boys as his slaves.” ² Elisha replied to her, “How can I help you? Tell me, what do you have in your house?” “Your servant has nothing there at all,” she said, “except a small jar of olive oil.” ³ Elisha said, “Go around and ask all your neighbors for empty jars. Don’t ask for just a few. ⁴ Then go inside and shut the door behind you and your sons. Pour oil into all the jars, and as each is filled, put it to one side.” ⁵ She left him and shut the door behind her and her sons. They brought the jars to her and she kept pouring. ⁶ When all the jars were full, she said to her son, “Bring me another one.” But he replied, “There is not a jar left.” Then the oil stopped flowing.   She went and told the man of God, and he said, “Go, sell the oil and pay your debts. You and your sons can live on what is left.”

My job is not to know how it's all going to happen.  My job is to use what I have, then start collecting jars.  Or in this case, I need to get out the paperwork, make a few phone calls, and watch God do the rest.
~Martha