Fading Flames There’s a moment in Elijah’s story that has always stopped me in my tracks. It’s not the fire on Mount Carmel, and it’s not the whirlwind. It’s the scene under the broom tree. A prophet—faithful, seasoned, battle‑tested—sits down under the weight of exhaustion and prays words no preacher ever wants to admit: “It is enough; now, O Lord, take away my life” (1 Kings 19:4). Elijah wasn’t faithless. He wasn’t rebellious. He wasn’t “slipping.” He was tired. Bone‑tired