Guarding the Flame
The farmhouse had grown quiet once again. Crowds returned home. Headlines faded. Livestreams ended. Yet one thing remained. The candle still burned.
Caleb looked at his family and understood something deeply. Revival cannot survive on moments. Revival survives through surrender.
Waves rise. Waves crash. Flames must be guarded. Prayer must continue. Obedience must remain.
The fire that began through rejection had become something greater. A generation now carried the flame.
Revival was never meant to be watched. Revival was meant to be lived.