David darkest days were those spent in the caves running away from King Saul; running away from his enemies.
Caves are dark, wet, cold, smelly. I remembered I had been to one when I was in Sandakan. Filled with insects and reptiles too. Not the one that I thought it should be.
The caves were David's castles. The pits were his home. That's where God met His man, character is formed in the caves.
Suffering was giving birth. Humility was being born.
By earthly measures, he was a shattered man.
By heaven's measures, a broken one.
God is drawn to the broken, and there is where it all begins.
Caves are dark, wet, cold, smelly. I remembered I had been to one when I was in Sandakan. Filled with insects and reptiles too. Not the one that I thought it should be.
The caves were David's castles. The pits were his home. That's where God met His man, character is formed in the caves.
Suffering was giving birth. Humility was being born.
By earthly measures, he was a shattered man.
By heaven's measures, a broken one.
God is drawn to the broken, and there is where it all begins.
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