But Elijah said to her, "Don't be afraid! Go ahead and cook that 'last meal,' but bake me a little loaf of bread first. Afterward there will still be enough food for you and your son.
For this is what the LORD, the God of Israel, says: There will always be plenty of flour and oil left in your containers until the time when the LORD sends rain and the crops grow again!"
So she did as Elijah said, and she and Elijah and her son continued to eat from her supply of flour and oil for many days.
For no matter how much they used, there was always enough left in the containers, just as the LORD had promised through Elijah.
Some time later, the woman's son became sick. He grew worse and worse, and finally he died.
She then said to Elijah, "O man of God, what have you done to me? Have you come here to punish my sins by killing my son?"
But Elijah replied, "Give me your son." And he took the boy's body from her, carried him up to the upper room, where he lived, and laid the body on his bed.
Then Elijah cried out to the LORD, "O LORD my God, why have you brought tragedy on this widow who has opened her home to me, causing her son to die?"
And he stretched himself out over the child three times and cried out to the LORD, "O LORD my God, please let this child's life return to him."
The LORD heard Elijah's prayer, and the life of the child returned, and he came back to life!
Then Elijah brought him down from the upper room and gave him to his mother. "Look, your son is alive!" he said.