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Lately, I've been thinking about the things God teaches us in seasons we would not necessarily have chosen for ourselves. The lessons that take time to understand. The truths that settle into our hearts slowly, sometimes after we have prayed about the same thing more times than we can count.

When Elisha picks up that same mantle after Elijah is taken up, something remarkable happens. He strikes the water himself, and it parts again. The power was never in the mantle itself. It lived in the God who had called Elijah, and who was now calling Elisha to carry that same authority forward in his own way, with his own voice.

There is something beautiful about having women who just get it. Women you can call when you need prayer, women who will celebrate your good news without making it about themselves, women who will sit with you when life feels heavy and remind you that you are not carrying it alone.