This day, in awe, I fell on my face before the LORD, and I write what I saw that you will believe and see with me.
I have attained the age of fourteen and am assigned to shadow and serve the prophet, Elisha, and his servants.
Days ago, meeting privately in his bedroom with his servants, the king of Syria had made clandestine plans for an attack against Israel, deciding where the attack would take place.
The Syrian king was unaware that what he planned in private was spoken by the LORD into the heart and mind of my master, Elisha.
I felt my master’s eyes upon me and turned to him.
“Lael! Come here lad. You must run. I have a message for the king of Israel.”
And I ran—my heart in a race with my feet—to warn the king of Israel. The king heeded my master’s message and was watchful.
But the king of Syria, advised by his servants that the king of Israel appeared to anticipate their every advance, determined to know how he had been betrayed. A servant of the Syrian king had heard a rumor and he told the king “. . . Elisha, the prophet who is in Israel, tells the king of Israel the words that you speak in your bedroom.”
All was calm when I went to sleep that night in the city of Dothan where Elisha and his servants stayed.
I rose early. Points of starlight blinked overhead in an attempt to needle into the darkness that still lay heavy on the city. I drew my robe close against the chill and pulled in a sharp breath, listening.
Creaking leather, the clank of metal against metal, the scent and sound of horses, and muffled male voices came from all around me as I stood, iced to the earth in fear. Stomach clenched in terror, I groped for the wall to steady myself.
In every direction, for as far as I could see, hundreds of horses, chariots, and an army surrounded the city.
A tall, familiar presence filled the space beside me.
“My Master! What shall we do?”
His eyes caught mine, his gaze calm, intense.
“Do not fear, for those who are with us are more than those who are with them.”
Elisha’s hand touched my forearm, and I closed my eyes as he looked up to pray.
“LORD, I pray, open his eyes that he may see.”
I could not stand. I dropped to my knees and fell on my face before the LORD as the warmth of an unseen hand crossed my forehead. No longer afraid, I sensed my master was no longer beside me.
Hovering above the amassed array of the threatening Syrian army, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire, all around Elisha.
May the LORD be your refuge.
Sealed by the hand of
Assigned to shadow and serve . . .
Just because we cannot physically see God’s hand does not mean He is not there for us. We may experience trouble or tragedy and we may turn away from Him, but God is constant and eternally with us.
God will never leave you
“For He Himself has said, ‘I will never leave you nor forsake you’” (Hebrews 13:5b).
“The God of my strength, in whom I will trust; my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold and my refuge; my Savior, You save me from violence” (2 Samuel 22:3).
God is for us
“What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?” (Romans 8:31)
“For the eyes of the Lord are on the righteous, and His ears are open to their prayers; But the face of the Lord is against those who do evil” (1 Peter 3:12).
[Jesus said] “Therefore do not fear them. For there is nothing covered that will not be revealed, and hidden that will not be known” (Matthew 10:26).
Have you ever been so afraid that you ended up flat on the ground?
I once was. I remember what frightened me, but to this day, I don’t know how I got on that floor. It happened so fast that it was as if the Lord himself picked me up and deposited me there in safety.☺
Lael is a biblical name. The roots are accurate, but his portrayal here is purely from my imagination. Calling him only “the young man,” the Bible does not give us the servant’s name. This mini-story is based on verses from the New King James Version of the Bible and to read it, you can follow this link 2 Kings 6:8-17
I hope you enjoyed the story and that it blessed you.