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By Katy Foster
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Then David went from there to Mizpah of Moab; and he said to the king of Moab, “Please let my father and mother come here with you, till I know what God will do for me.” 1 Samuel 22:3 NKJV
This morning here in Mizpah, I feel at peace. My eyes settle easily on the early morning sky, filled with majestic golds, pinks, and blues. A breath of wind brushing my face reminds me of the sweet sounds of the harp my son once played, stretching across the fields to my ears and heart. I sway my head slightly as I remember the melody, proclaiming a joyful message beyond words.
I remember how young David would arrive home in the evenings with dirty feet and a smiling dirty face. Refreshed from the outdoors, yet smelly from the same, his presence lifted my spirits.
I remember witnessing, in humility, God’s holy servant Samuel anointing David with oil. I remember that peaceful expression on David’s face, as if he knew and had already talked to God all about it. No fear did I notice. Even Samuel seemed to admire David’s strong stand with God. I remember feeling that God was loving me and giving me some of this moment, too.
The music, the anointing, and David’s great love for God builds and strengthens all my trust in God. “Thank You for those moments, God. I trust You.” Through trust alone, I’m elevated in God’s Spirit, and it’s hard to tell I have a son running for his life.
Presently, I remain here in Mizpah for protection, while David is far away fighting to live. There is a thud of uncertainty that jerks me into coldness; however, there’s something else that rescues me. These memories of seeing God’s hands seem to anchor all my trust in Him. Therefore, may I exceedingly give joy to my God by just trusting Him! In my despair for my hiding, runaway son, I cling to this trust.
I remember the day David led us to leave our home for Mizpah. “Mother,” David looked me squarely in the face, “you will be safer in Mizpah.” His own life was being hunted, yet he was concerned for mine. As we traveled to Mizpah, I walked beside David. Just the walk beside my son satisfied my soul. David noticed and smiled sweetly at me. How often I prayed to God for his protection as he tended sheep. Now instead of sheep, he tended to his family. I joked with David, “Now I know how your sheep felt.”
As we reached Mizpah, my heart sank. Our walk together was over. David would soon walk back without me right into King Saul’s army. This world wanted to kill him, and the thought pressed relentlessly on my mind, and I cried. David acknowledged my embarrassing weakness.
“Mother,” comforted my son in his whimsical way, “I’ll let you in on a secret. I’m going to find the heart of God,” he says with a serious smile, “I’m just seeking God’s will, like you’ve taught me.” His assurance gave me strength, and I answered, “Then we will surely trust in God.”
With arms around our son, David’s father and I prayed with him. Then, he left us.
I could never bid my son to live in the hands of someone I didn’t trust. Yet, David is in the hands of God, whom I trust with my whole heart. This trust made it easier to see him walk away.
Are there any words to describe a mother’s heart as her son walks away, in his way, and we pray, in God’s way? Are there any words to describe how this God-given love between a mother and son is indefinitely disconnected? Are there any words to describe how beautiful the sacrifice was to give God our son for God’s glory? Are there any words to describe how memories establish and re-establish trust in God? Perhaps, and I believe, that only the sweet sounds of the harp can describe it best.
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