Reading: 1 Kings 19:4
while he himself went a dayʼs journey into the wilderness. He came to a broom bush, 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.”
Frustration is like an unheard scream in the night. Depression follows close behind. There is something about impossibility wrapped up in inertia that moves us to anger and tears.
I know what I’m talking about. I’m living there right now. I’m white-knuckled and weary. I am faced with a limitation I cannot exceed. I’m like a pyromaniac in a petrified forest. I strike the match, but there’s nothing to burn. One minute I want to charge – the next minute I want to leave.
Knowing the right answer doesn’t always make the pain go away – and the pain of frustration spreads to the joints and marrow of life. Elijah’s frustration cut so deep, he wanted to die. That helps me gain a bit of perspective. He had been to the mountaintop and called down fire and rain. He had pronounced judgment and carried out executions. He had sent a message to the very core of Ahab and Jezebel’s dynasty – and for what? The same people stayed in office and Jezebel conspired to send out a posse. “Kill me Lord!” he cried.
I guess I’m not so bad off after all. God was faithful to Elijah, and God will be faithful to me, and you. We would do well to stop looking at our troubles and start listening for His voice.
Reposted with permission from onehope.net.