He went inside and knelt beside his bed. He opened his mouth to pray, but no words came. For the first time in his life, he felt utterly alone.
Where are You? he whispered. I have walked in Your ways. Where are You now?
No answer came. Only the rain.
When the water began to seep under his door, Elias moved. He took his shepherd’s staff. He took a bag of bread and cheese. He took the wool blanket his wife had woven. He paused at the shelf where the family Bible sat.