28/01/2026
We all have a brook. It’s that reliable source. The job always provides. The health that never fails. The comfort that never runs dry. We settle there, by its banks, thankful for God’s provision. Like the prophet Elijah, we drink from it day by day, trusting it will always be there. We love routines of grace. We get used to God providing in a certain way through a particular channel, in a familiar pattern. It feels safe. But what happens when the channel changes? When the ravens stop coming, and instead, God points you to a widow with an empty cupboard?
God had commanded ravens to feed Elijah by the Brook Cherith. It was miraculous, yet solitary. Just the prophet, the birds, and the flowing water. But then, without fanfare, the brook dried up. “Sometime later, the brook dried up because there had been no rain in the land.” (1 Kings 17:7).
Why? If God is all-powerful, couldn’t He have kept that water flowing? Of course. The drying brook was not a failure of God’s power, but a progression of His purpose.
God wasn’t trying the brook. He was leading His man.
We all have a brook. It’s that reliable source. The job always provides. The health that never fails. The comfort that never runs dry. We settle there, by its