There is a war being fought right now that has nothing to do with the size of what you're holding. It has everything to do with what your enemy thinks you're holding.

Samaria is under siege. Famine has reached the point of horror — a donkey's head sells for eighty shekels of silver (2 Kings 6:25). The king is ready to execute the prophet who dared to say deliverance was a day away. And outside the gate sit four men nobody is counting: lepers, quarantined, starving, with nothing left to lose. "Why sit we here until we die?" (2 Kings 7:3).

They rise at twilight and walk toward the Aramean camp expecting either mercy or death. What they find is an empty camp — tents still standing, silver and gold still stacked, food untouched. The army that had strangled a nation for months is gone.