January 20, 2020
She wasn’t used to running. Her lungs revolted in her chest and threatened to shut down. Her heart thumped so fast she felt like horses were galloping in her rib cage. She panted heavily and ran even harder. But then her right foot hit an unseen root sticking out of the ground. She stumbled and before she could regain her balance her embrace of the toddler weakened. He fell. Something snapped. And the boy yelped in pain.
The nurse panicked. She cried out in disbelief. She was trying to protect the boy from harm, not be the cause of it. But she had no time for guilt. She could hear the enemy horses thundering over the hills. She could envision the sharp swords drawn, lifted high, and maliciously brought down on the helpless. And she would not let that happen to this boy.
While the young Mephibosheth whimpered in pain, the nurse scooped him up and ran. She whispered tearful apologies in his ear and pledged to carry him for the rest of her life if necessary. And oh how escape mentalities leave lasting injuries. You are just trying to get away; get some peace of mind; get away from the haunting memories, the hurtful words, and the hateful feelings. But in your dash from death you stumble. You hastily make decisions about things that needed a little more time; you tripped over trust and put your faith in someone who wasn’t really experienced to handle your situation. Now, that you have escaped the pain of the past you live with the pain of hurried decisions. But there is hope, my friend. God knows how to build a bridge of hope from the mangled fragments left behind by a rush to judgment. God can repair what was broken in fear. He can elicit inspiration from an injury. You may feel lame in certain areas of your faith, but the King has plans for you. Just trust him…Listen now.