She knew how much was in there. She had already decided that there was only enough to make one last loaf of bread and that they were then destined to die of starvation. I wonder if it was said with the over dramatization of Scarlet O'Hara, like I've often done.
As a reformed (or nearly reformed) control freak, I've looked at our checking account and wondered how in the world things would work out. As I drive a van with more warning lights than a 747 (ok - slight exaggeration Ms. O'Hara), I sometimes wonder if it will really last until He provides another.
With each new expense or new van noise I think, "It must be about to rain soon." But regardless, the provision in the flour jar and oil jug are just as impressive as the coming rain.
I love you Jehovah Jireh, my Provider...even when you have me working on a need to know basis.