Sometimes I feel alone. I feel...worn. I was listening to the song by that title by Tenth Avenue North, and it really touched my heart tonight and got me to thinking about Elijah. The Prophet Elijah was tired. He'd been fighting for Jehovah, and still someone wanted to kill him. In fact, he had just come down off the mountain where he had called on the Almighty and had been rewarded with fire from heaven to consume his worthy sacrifice.
We find him as he's run away to the wilderness. He feels God has abandoned him, yet miraculously, a bird brings him food every day. Even then he fears for his life at the hands of a human queen.
But don't I do that too? Don't I run and hide from those who trouble me and threaten me and try to hurt me, forgetting all the while that God is all powerful. He is the power of the wind, and the small voice.
In the words of the song linked below; I want to see redemption win. I want to see the power of God manifested in an undeniable way. Then, He shows His power, He does a great work, and I am in awe...for a moment...
Until the next struggle...
And I run to the wilderness...
And despite my lack of faith, God nourishes me from the stream of His spirit and the bread of his Word, and takes me up onto that metaphorical cliffside to teach me yet again that He is there in the stillness...
When I am quiet...
When I rest in Him...
While the winds of life wear me down, He is the quiet whisper of reassurance...and I can carry on.
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