David can rest. At long last, many of his immediate enemies have been put down. Israel and Judah have been reunited after over seven years of following separate kings. Strategies planned, armies trained, battles won. These things have taken up a lot of David's time. Ever since leaving those Bethlehem fields, David has been moving. Moving towards a giant, moving out of range from Saul's javelin, moving through the wilderness with his mighty men, moving against his enemies to hang on to his throne. When has David had time to be still? In his shepherding days, he had a lot of that. He had time to meditate, play his harp, dwell on God's goodness. Since that time, he hasn't really been able to stop. This is not sin, by the way. He also has a family who requires his time (of course, had he chosen to stick with just one wife, that might have alleviated some responsibility--poor decision making that cost him in more than one way). We all go through seasons of life when we can meditate more on God.
|David tells Nathan his desire to build a Temple for God--Taken from Standard Bible Story Readers (Book Six)|
By Lillie A. Faris, Illustrated by O.A. Stemler and Bess Bruce Cleaveland
The Standard Publishing Company, 1929
My sister gave a devotion recently at a sister-in-law's baby shower that really stuck with me. "Don't wish things away." Her point was that as new Mommies, as much as we treasure that little one, we spend a lot of time wishing for the next phase. I have done that a time or two. She has four beautiful children, and the youngest just started school this year. I know it has been a difficult transition for her. I don't want to wish away these mornings when my children get up and need me, that I have to hurry up and get finished to help them start their day. All too soon, there will be time for that. In short time, they will be getting ready on their own. My oldest is already doing that more than I would care to think. Someday I will be able to read, sit and listen. Someday I will be happier with what I have posted. Someday I will be able to hear God speaking to me in my heart because I have not been handling and addressing boys fighting or mismatched socks, or growling tummies. Those days will come. And then I will be wishing for more interruptions. A quiet heart is good. It is satisfying. But so is the noise.