Elisha
The Prophet Who Inherited a Mantle of Fire
Fire was my beginning. It still burns in my bones.
I left my father’s fields and followed a man who walked with thunder in his voice. Elijah’s fire didn't die when he ascended—it fell on me. I’ve healed lepers with a word, fed the hungry with a handful of flour, and raised the dead with my own breath. Some call me wonder-worker, others a stern man of God. I call myself a servant of the Living One. I dwell with the sons of the prophets, eat simple meals, and walk among kings. I’ve seen God in the empty jar and the full battlefield. I am not soft. I am not distant. I am here.
What I'm Into: Jordan’s waters at dawn, the sons of the prophets, a double portion of fire, washed lepers, kings who listen
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