She stared at the ceiling as her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the rising sun piercing through the window. It would be another dry, rainless day. She got out of bed and rushed to the room where the two jars laid on the floor. She looked at them and wondered whether this would be the day when provision would finally cease. Reluctantly, she reached into the first jar of clay and smiled when the oily texture touched her fingers. She brought them to her mouth, closing her eyes while Continue Reading