Some mornings arrive like a gift you didn’t know you needed.
This was one of them.
I woke up slowly; the way you wake up when nothing is demanding your immediate attention. Soft light filtering through the curtains. The quiet hum of an ordinary morning. And before I even reached for my phone or my thoughts or the list of things that needed doing; I just lay there for a moment and let the stillness be enough.
It was more than enough. It was everything.
The small things that brought me back.
Adi appeared; the way he always does; sneaking from his bed to ours with that particular stealth that fools absolutely no one. He curled up beside me and I felt that specific, irreplaceable warmth that only a child’s presence can provide. The kind that makes the rest of the world go quiet.
Allen was working from home; the gentle background hum of someone you love being nearby. Just present. Just there.
And then; coffee. Good coffee. The kind you actually taste instead of just consuming on the way to the next thing.
I want to pause on that for a second. Because I think we underestimate how healing the ordinary can be when we are finally present enough to receive it. The sunlight. The child who chooses your bed over his own. The coffee that smells like the beginning of something good.
These are not small things dressed up as big ones. They are genuinely, quietly, profoundly restorative. And for a long time; I was moving too fast and carrying too much to notice them at all.
The story that changed how I see healing.
There is a story in 1 Kings 19 that I keep coming back to. And I want to share it with you properly; because I think it contains something that a lot of us desperately need to hear.
Elijah was one of the most powerful prophets in all of scripture. He had just called down fire from heaven in front of 450 prophets of Baal; one of the most dramatic displays of God’s power in the entire Old Testament. He had just witnessed something extraordinary. He had just stood in the gap; boldly, faithfully; and watched God show up in the most undeniable way.
And then; in the very next scene; he is alone in the wilderness. Under a juniper tree. Asking God to take his life.
"I have had enough, Lord. Take my life. I am no better than my ancestors." (1 Kings 19:4)
I want you to sit with that for a moment.
This was not a weak man. This was not someone with little faith or a fragile spirit. This was Elijah; a man who had just seen fire fall from heaven. And he was so depleted; so utterly spent; that he wanted to die.
Does that resonate with anyone else? The exhaustion that comes not from laziness but from giving everything you have for so long that there is simply nothing left? The kind of tired that sleep alone cannot fix? The feeling of having been strong in public for so long that the moment you are finally alone; the weight of all of it lands at once?
That is where Elijah was.
And here is what I find so breathtakingly tender about what God did next:
He did not rebuke him.
He did not remind Elijah of the miracle he had just witnessed. He did not give him a motivational speech about his calling or his destiny or how many people were counting on him. He did not tell him to pull himself together.
He sent an angel. And the angel touched him and said:
"Get up and eat." (1 Kings 19:5)
That’s it. Get up. Eat.
Elijah ate. And slept. And the angel came back a second time and said:
"Get up and eat, for the journey is too great for you." (1 Kings 19:7)
Notice what God did not say. He did not say: the journey is too great so give up. He said: the journey is too great; therefore take care of yourself. Therefore rest. Therefore eat. Therefore do the basic, bodily, unglamorous work of tending to the human being who has to walk the road ahead.
God met one of the greatest prophets who ever lived not with theology but with bread and water and permission to sleep.
That is the most human, the most tender, the most practically loving response I have ever read.
Living the Elijah principle.
I have been living that instruction.
The gym. The nourishing food. The prioritized sleep. The yoga mat. The morning walks. These are not glamorous acts of healing. They are quiet; daily; sometimes reluctant acts of showing up for the body that has been carrying me through everything.
And they are working.
Not in a dramatic overnight transformation kind of way. But in the slow; steady; I-woke-up-this-morning-and-felt-like-myself kind of way. In the sunlight-through-the-curtains-and-I-noticed-it kind of way.
Because here is what Elijah’s story taught me: before God spoke to Elijah about what came next; before the still small voice and the new assignment and the continuation of the calling; He made sure Elijah had eaten and slept.
The spiritual could not be addressed until the physical was tended to.
That sequence matters. Your body is not separate from your healing. It is the vessel through which all healing travels. And when you have been depleted; truly depleted; the most faithful thing you can do is exactly what God told Elijah:
Get up. Eat. Rest.
Everything else follows from there.
Writing as reclamation.
Something else has been shifting too.
This writing; these daily reflections; has become one of the most important acts of healing in my life. Every time I sit down and put honest words to what I am living; something gets named that was previously just a feeling too large to hold. Something gets reclaimed.
This blog started as a morning journal. And somewhere along the way it became a declaration: I am not just surviving this season. I am actively; intentionally; choosing to build something meaningful inside it.
If you have a creative outlet you have been neglecting; writing, painting, dancing, anything that lets you process and express and reclaim your own narrative; I want to encourage you to return to it. Not because you have to produce anything perfect. But because the act of creating; even imperfectly; is one of the most powerful forms of self-reclamation there is.
Dancing through whatever comes.
Later today I am going to a dance class.
I love that about today. That it contains both the stillness of this morning and the movement of this afternoon. That healing is not just one thing but many; the quiet and the active, the contemplative and the expressive, the coffee in bed and the dancing in a studio.
We talk a lot about healing as rest. And it is. But healing is also movement. It is the body remembering that it was made for joy as well as survival.
So I am going to dance.
Not because everything is resolved. Not because the journey is over. But because today is a good day; and good days deserve to be inhabited fully.
For anyone who needs to hear this today:
Maybe you are in your own juniper tree moment right now. Depleted. Wondering how much longer you can keep going. Feeling like the gap between who you were and who you are right now is too wide to cross.
You are in good company. Elijah was there. And God did not abandon him there.
He will not abandon you there either.
Start with the basics. Eat something nourishing. Move your body gently. Sleep when you can. Not because it will fix everything; but because the journey ahead is too great for you to attempt on an empty stomach and an exhausted soul.
And then; when you have rested; listen for the still small voice.
It is speaking. Even now. Even here.
"But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint." (Isaiah 40:31)
That renewal is available to you. It begins with the smallest, most ordinary act of care.
Get up. Eat. Rest.
And then; when you are ready; dance. 🌸
What is your version of getting up, eating, and resting right now? I’d love to hear in the comments. 🤍
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