**The Axe Head Recovered: A Story of Faith and Miracle**

The prophet Elisha walked among the sons of the prophets, his presence a steady comfort to those who sought the word of the Lord. The company of prophets had grown so large that their dwelling place had become too cramped.

“Master,” one of the younger prophets said, bowing respectfully before Elisha, “the place where we dwell is too small for us. Let us go to the Jordan, where each of us may cut down a beam of wood, and build a new place for us to live.”

Elisha, his eyes filled with wisdom, nodded in approval. “Go,” he said.

And so, the prophets set out toward the Jordan, their hearts eager for the work ahead. The sun hung high in the sky, casting golden light upon the riverbank as the men took up axes and began to cut down trees. The sound of chopping filled the air—wood splintering, leaves rustling, the steady rhythm of labor in service to the Lord.

But as one young prophet swung his axe with all his might, the iron head flew from the handle and splashed into the murky waters of the Jordan. His heart sank.

“Alas, my master!” he cried out, his voice trembling. “It was borrowed!”

In those days, iron was precious, and losing a tool was no small matter. Worse still, the axe had not been his own—he had borrowed it, and now it was lost in the depths of the river. The young man’s face twisted in distress, for he had no means to repay what he had lost.

Elisha, hearing the cry, turned toward him. “Where did it fall?” he asked calmly.

The young prophet pointed to the spot in the river where the water swirled, hiding the axe head beneath its currents.

Elisha stepped forward, his faith unwavering. He took a stick and threw it into the water at the place where the axe head had sunk. Then, with the power of the Lord upon him, he spoke: “Lift it up.”

The young man hesitated, then reached into the water. To his astonishment, the iron axe head rose from the depths—not sinking, but floating upon the surface as if weightless. He stretched out his hand and took hold of it, his fingers closing around the cold metal.

A gasp escaped his lips as he turned it over in his hands. It was real. It was whole. The impossible had happened.

The other prophets gathered around, their eyes wide with wonder. “The Lord has done this!” one whispered.

Elisha smiled gently. “The God of Israel does not abandon His servants in their need.”

The young prophet clutched the axe head, his heart swelling with gratitude. He had witnessed the hand of the Almighty, turning despair into deliverance.

And so, the work continued, the prophets laboring with renewed vigor, for they had seen that the Lord was with them. The axe head had been recovered, but more than that—their faith had been strengthened.

For when God’s people call upon Him, even the laws of nature yield to His command.