“Ahab told Jezebel all that Elijah had done, and how he had killed all the prophets with the sword. Then Jezebel sent a messenger to Elijah, saying, “So may the gods do to me and more also, if I do not make your life as the life of one of them by this time tomorrow.” Then he was afraid, and he arose and ran for his life and came to Beersheba, which belongs to Judah, and left his servant there.But he himself went a day’s journey into the wilderness and came and sat down under a broom tree. And he asked that he might die, saying, “It is enough; now, O Lord, take away my life, for I am no better than my fathers.” And he lay down and slept under a broom tree. And behold, an angel touched him and said to him, “Arise and eat.” And he looked, and behold, there was at his head a cake baked on hot stones and a jar of water. And he ate and drank and lay down again. And the angel of the Lord came again a second time and touched him and said, “Arise and eat, for the journey is too great for you.” And he arose and ate and drank, and went in the strength of that food forty days and forty nights to Horeb, the mount of God.”1 Kings 19:1-8 ESV
Elijah was afraid and running for his life. He was so depressed and sucidal he asked the Lord to take his life. But God loves us so much and promises to take care of us in the hardest and darkest times. So He sent an angel. Elijah woke to an angel telling him to eat and drink and Elijah did. The angel woke Elijah again and told him to eat and drink and he did. The angel not only provided food and water but spiritually strength. So much so that Elijah was satisfied for 40 days. I’ve been in places where I crawled under my covers in my bed and asked the Lord to take my life. In those times I remember this passage and remember that the Lord will give me strength just like Elijah. In one of my deepest darkest places, I took a sharpie and wrote out the majority of this passage on my bedroom wall. Just being able to see in it in my dark times and know that is was near soothed me and comforted me. The exercise of physical writing this passage out was very therapeutic for me. And though I have not physical seen any angels come to my aide, I have definitely felt a holy presence.