Don’t Forget How You Came (4)-From Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power

Welcome to Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power and thanks for coming by and joining me for more in this series, “Don’t forget how you came to who you came.” This is the fourth blog in this series, so if it’s your first time, you may want to get caught up by reading the first three so you don’t feel as though you’re lost. Come on in.

So we’ve uncovered five characteristics about David that truly emulate Christ, and we could literally keep going for days, but I want to get back to where we were before we started talking about his characteristics so I can introduce you to someone very significant in the story, someone that will remind us to never forget how we came to who we came.

David has just asked one of his top guys if there was anyone left in the house of Saul and he was told about a servant named Ziba (that name means “a station.”Hmmm, some of these names . . .) and so David sent for him and asked him if there was any family left from the house of Saul. (Remember, Saul is the father of David’s BFF, and both of them were killed.) Ziba told him about Jonathan’s one remaining son named Mephibosheth!

I completely forgot about this guy. I got so caught up in many of the other details of David’s life that I totally forgot that David’s best friend’s son was still alive. I guess they were situated sort of far away, and maybe with all the killing going on, David wasn’t sure of who was still alive. So how cool is that, that his BFF’s son is still alive. David must have been so excited. I know I was when I read that, but I was in no way prepared to remember one of the most important details about Mephibosheth. Let me take you back to where we first actually meet him.

When Mephibosheth was just five years old, his dad, Jonathan, and his grandfather, Saul, were killed. There was like an all-out war going on and in the midst of it, Mephibosheth’s nurse picked him up and fled for safety. “And it happened, as she made haste to flee, that he fell and became lame.” This fall caused his life to change forever. In those days, in that culture, to be lame was to experience a constant companion of shame. That’s why his name was changed from Merib-Baal, which meant a leader, to Mephibosheth, which translates to dispeller of shame.

I’m hearing “detour, to the right.” 🙂 I don’t know about you, but this is one of those “Why, Lord” situations where you have to wonder how in the world can anything good come of this? What painful colors to splash on the canvas of his life, and yet, God never fails to work all things for our good and His glory. To get to this point takes a lot of “faithing” though. (Not a misspelling, but an Evinda-ism, and it rhymes with bathing) 🙂 I know I can look back on a lot of tragedies in my own life, many of them self-made, and during the tragedy, the battle was intensely painful, almost too hard to endure at times, and now, looking back, those colors add so much beauty to my own canvas, a life that reflects His hand, His love.

Come back tomorrow and we’ll get to know a bit more about Mephibosheth.



P.S. Happy Birthday to my beautiful niece, Anna! I love you 🙂

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