Prayer for grandmothers

Father, You gave Elijah one meal from an angel, and it carried him forty days and forty nights. One small meal. A long journey. You put more strength in it than the size of that meal could explain.

You have done that for me more than once. A single phrase at Bible study steadied me through months when my heart felt dry. A kind word from a friend at just the right minute fed me for a whole year. The meals were small. The strength they gave was not.

Lord, I am at an age when I do not need many big meals. I need a few small ones from Your hand that carry me further than they should. Feed me this morning with one small thing. A verse. A line of a hymn. A memory of mercy. Let me walk on that for whatever distance You ask today.

Elijah did not pack a lunch beyond what You gave. I will not insist on stockpiling beyond what You provide. Tomorrow will be its own meal. Today is fed.

Amen.