I often think and wonder about the prayers and promises of my grandparents, great-grandparents, and even further back…I wonder what they prayed for, what they heard from the Lord, what they started but didn’t finish. What promises were made that weren’t fulfilled.
This morning, I’m reading about Mephiboseth…Saul’s grandson, Jonathan’s son. David is now king. Saul and Jonathan are dead. And one day, out of the blue, David asks: “Is anyone from Saul’s family still alive? Anyone I can show kindness to for Jonathan’s sake?!”
And lo and behold, in a village far away, Jonathan’s son Mephiboseth is still alive…although crippled in both feet and living in someone else’s home.
David summons for him.
He then gives him ALL the property that once belonged to Saul and he invites him to regularly sit with him and eat at the king’s table.
What a picture. A forgotten, crippled man living in someone else’s home …. is all of a sudden summoned and gifted with more than he could have EVER imagined and is seated amongst royalty.
Isn’t that just like God?
You see…HE remembers and knows things that we don’t.
There will be things in your life and in mine that we are gifted with that are not from our own doing or talent or skill set…but because of our family line. There will be places we enter into because of prayers prayed long ago. There will be access to tables we never thought we’d sit at and relationships we never thought we’d have. And NOT because of who WE are…but because of who THEY were.
It’s such a beautiful thought…and I, for one, am fascinated by it.
xox.eb
Because of the work ethic of parents, grandparents and great grandparents I've became a caretaker of so much I did nothing for. I have realized this always and thoughtfully try to do the same for my heirs. Such an honor that I hope is carried on.