Dropped

And Jonathan, Saul’s son, had a son who was lame in his feet. He was five years old when the tidings came of Saul and Jonathan out of Jezreel, and his nurse took him up and fled. And it came to pass, as she made haste to flee, that he fell and became lame. And his name was Mephibosheth.  2 Samuel 4:4

We had a layman speak last night (Wednesday).  He briefly touched upon this scripture and it rang like a bell in my spirit.

The news of Saul and Jonathan’s deaths had just reached home.  Back then, when a king was overthrown, it was the custom to kill a-l-l of the reigning family plus loyal servants.  This woman had no way of knowing David would soon become king.  Even if she had, Saul had been so intent on killing David, she still would have taken Mephibosheth and fled.   

Although Mephibosheth was a prince, in his small world this nurse was his immediate authority, teacher and caretaker.  When she grabbed him and ran, he just tried to hold on.  The Bible doesn’t go into full detail but the wording suggests that the people coming to slay the house of Saul were moving in.  She grabbed him.  They ran.  Something happened.  He fell (slipped, dropped) and became lame. 

It became so real to me, I could see it moving across the screen like a movie.  Almost immediately, I saw a figure holding me and just as sure as Mephibosheth’s nurse dropped him, this figure was going to drop me.

All of us have been dropped by someone in authority, someone we respected/loved—a parent, pastor, teacher, caretaker, spouse, boss, etc. and it left us crippled.  Made us fearful to trust again. Try again.  Connect again.

Good news!!!  We don’t have to stay crippled.  Whether it is from our childhood or recently, our being dropped experience doesn’t have to color the rest of our lives.  There is healing in Jesus.  He is always ready to pick us up, kiss the boo-boo and not just make it feel better but heal it.