The Narrow Way

You weren’t lit on fire just to burn alone.
You were trusted with oil so you could pour.
You were wounded and healed so you could say,
“Here’s how I made it through.”

And now, they’re watching.
The next generation.
The ones who are raw, loud, unpolished,
but hungry.

They don’t need perfect leaders.
They need honest ones.
Holy ones.
Available ones.

They need someone to say,
“I see you. You’re called. You don’t have to clean up to be chosen.”

Paul had Timothy.
Elijah had Elisha.
Naomi had Ruth.
Jesus had twelve
and He gave them the Kingdom.

Psalm 145:4 says,
“One generation shall praise Your works to another,
and shall declare Your mighty acts.”

This isn’t just mentorship.
This is impartation.

You carry wisdom that costs too much to be buried with you.
You carry fire that’s meant to be shared.
You carry keys
don’t die with them in your hand.

So take them by the hand.
Bring them into the prayer room.
Let them watch you war.
Let them see your altar.
Let them hear the stories no one else knows.

And when they say,
“But I’m not ready. I’m still messy. I’m still figuring it out…”
look them in the eyes and say,
“So was I. And God still used me.”

This is how revival lives longer than a moment.
We don’t hoard it.
We hand it off.

And when your voice gets tired,
you’ll hear echoes behind you
a younger generation prophesying louder,
worshiping wilder,
running faster
because you dared to believe
they were worth your oil.