Elijah was afraid and ran for his life. When he came to Beersheba in Judah, he left his servant there, while he himself went a day's journey into the desert. He came to a broom tree, sat down under it and prayed that he might die. "I have had enough, Lord," he said. "Take my life, I am no better than my ancestors." Then he lay down under the tree and fell asleep.
All at once an angel touched him and said, "Get up and eat." He looked around, and there by his head was a cake of bread baked over hot coals and a jar of water. He ate and drank and then lay down again.
The angel of the Lord came back a second time and touched him and said, "Get up and eat, for the journey is too much for you."
—1 Kings 19:1-7
Feeling a bit like Elijah today: after bearing witness to God's triumph in spiritual battle, I stumble and fall into irrational discouragement. Though I'm not in the depths of his despair, I'm sure that, just as in Elijah's story, this too will pass as God's care is poured out on me— even his example is itself an encouragement and hope.
Wait on Him, to nourish me today.
Wait on Him, to lead and walk alongside my journey tomorrow.
Wait on Him, to carry me home at the very end.