I have found David the son of Jesse, a man after My own heart, who will do all My will.
The Heart God Loves
God called David “a man after my own heart.” He gave the appellation to no one else. Not Abraham or Moses or Joseph. He called Paul an apostle, John his beloved, but neither was tagged a man after God’s own heart.
One might read David’s story and wonder what God saw in him. The fellow fell as often as he stood, stumbled as often as he conquered. He stared down Goliath, yet ogled at Bathsheba; defied God-mockers in the valley, yet joined them in the wilderness. An Eagle Scout one day. Chumming with the Mafia the next. He could lead armies but couldn’t manage a family. Raging David. Weeping David. Bloodthirsty. God-hungry. Eight wives. One God.
A man after God’s own heart? That God saw him as such gives hope to us all. David’s life has little to offer the unstained saint. Straight-A souls find David’s story disappointing. The rest of us find it reassuring. We ride the same roller coaster. We alternate between swan dives and belly flops, soufflés and burnt toast.
In David’s good moments, no one was better. In his bad moments, could one be worse? The heart God loved was a checkered one.
We need David’s story. Some note the absence of miracles in his story. No Red Sea openings, chariots flaming, or dead Lazaruses walking. No miracles.
But there is one. David is one. The God who made a miracle out of David stands ready to make one out of you.
[Facing Your Giants]
We stand in awe of your wonderful love. A love that sees beyond our sin to significance. A love that patiently forgives. A love that rejoices in our joy and is saddened by our tears. That bears our burdens and lifts our loads. Thank you, Father, for your amazing, miraculous love,
Teach me Your way, O Lord; I will walk in Your truth; unite my heart to fear Your name.
Cause me to know the way in which I should walk, for I lift up my soul to You.
You shall teach them the statues and the laws, and show them the way in which they must walk and the work they must do.
~ Max Lucado ~