19/07/2025
I place my hope in God, not in men.
There once was a man named Eliab, a humble farmer from the tribe of Judah. For years, his land yielded little, and drought often scorched his fields. Tired of struggling, Eliab went to the city to seek help from the wealthy and influential.
He approached noblemen and merchants, placing his hope in their promises. One gave him a loan but demanded heavy interest. Another gave him a plow, but it broke before the season ended. A third promised to help, but forgot him when harvest came.
Eliab returned home, weary and ashamed. His fields were dry, his heart even drier.
One night, he fell to his knees and cried out, “O Lord, I have looked to men and they have failed me. I have trusted their words, but they are like broken cisterns that hold no water. Forgive me, Lord. From this day, I place my hope in You alone.”
That very night, rain fell—first a drizzle, then a downpour. His soil drank deeply. His crops sprouted again. The following harvest was the best in years.
Eliab never returned to the city for help again. He built an altar and called it “The Lord Provides.”
Amen