David looked into her eyes, he knew her problem so he nodded knowingly.
Michal didn’t know a thing about grace.
She didn’t know what it means to sleep,
Wake,
eat,
And live among sheep in the company of a good friend,
God.
She never knew what it took David to watch his older brothers choose a sumptuous life while he lingered and languished in the dry wilderness.
Knowledge was her problem, good knowledge of what God has done in the past will always spur worship. David understood this well enough.
“You may never have faced rejection, I have.
You may never have faced a lion, I have.
You may never have faced a bear, I have.
You may never have faced a Goliath, but I have.
you may never have faced a spear, I have.
Only one person helped me,
God.” He thought to himself
Michael’s face revealed a grown, she shook her waist with her palm pitched on one side of her waist that raised her elbow worried at David’s silence.
“Now she hates to see me dance before the same GOD,
She wants me gallant as the king,
She wants me royal like a king,
She wants me always be coordinated and probably authoritarian like every other king.
She might never have faced grace, I have and that has made all the difference”.
David seemed lost in his thought as he watched a beautiful queen who never understood grace.
Michal is disturbed by the king’s silence, her words had worked, she convinced herself.
“He will be sober and apologize now, I know my David” she mused.
King David looked at her beautiful visage and retorted firmly,
“I was dancing before the Lord, who chose me above your father and members of your family. He appointed me as the leader of Israel, the people of the Lord, so I celebrate before the Lord. Yes, I am willing to look even more foolish than this even to be humiliated in your own eyes. But those servant girls you mentioned will indeed think I am distinguished”
David quietly walked away from her towards the large foyer.
Michal widened her eyes, licked her lips a bit, and swallowed to lubricate her dry throat.
By this, David had told the story, of the only reason why kings must dance like this in public:
GRACE!
Postscript.
I hope you were blessed by this series. Please feel free to comment on how this has blessed you. Thanks for following through and have a great weekend.
Loved this piece. Was blessed by the series. Thank you Blessing for using your gift to remind me for the need to worship totally without shame seeing I have received grace.
Thank you o