As I mourn one.
An extra is at my table.
One who ponders the questions in the night.
Comes to the barn in the wee hours.
Wrestling with the heaviness of life.
Searching.
So many come.
Needing.
They seek the solace and rhythm of the barn.
They seek the solace and rhythm of the barn.
Something deep and rich.
It is truth they seek.
Elijah sought truth.
His life on this earth plagued with the inconsistencies he saw.
You say what you claim to be, but act as if you knew not.
Wise beyond his years.
Destined not for this world.
It is a small solace to know he has all the answers he needs.
The unknown plagues him no more.
The one now, that sits at the table; seeks truth in the dark of night.
I pray for him.
He came, searching, as wise men sought the new King.
God will reveal himself.
He is truth.
He will make a way.
We are kept.
2 Timothy 3:16
All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching,
rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness,
