Mountain.

I'm running.

I'm running like Elijah ran.

Away from the noise, the expectation, the questions, the chaos.

My desert, my mountain - Costa Rica.

I go there, Lord, because I'm tired.

I go there, Lord, because I need to be fed.

I go there, Lord, because I want to hear your voice.

Over the wind. Above the earthquake. Through the Fire.

Your still small voice.

I run like Elijah, Lord, trusting that You will do the same for me that you did for Him so many years ago on that mountain - trusting that You will meet me, you will speak to me, and that you will send me back again, filled up, fed, and restored for the next phase of my journey.

Speak, Lord, in these next five weeks. Help me to hear your voice above the rest.