Mephibosheth was only five when the news came that his father, Jonathan, and his grandfather, Saul, had died. In the confusion of that day, his nurse picked him up and fled. But she dropped him, and he became lame in both feet.
Imagine growing up carrying a wound you did not cause.
Imagine having to live with the consequences of a fall that was never your fault.
Years passed, and Mephibosheth lived in Lo-debar, a place whose name itself speaks of barrenness.
But one day, David called for him.
And when Mephibosheth came before the king, he did not come with the confidence of a son of royalty. He came saying,
“What is thy servant, that thou shouldest look upon such a dead dog as I am?” 2 Samuel 9:8 KJV
Look at what pain had done to his language.
He was the son of Jonathan.
He belonged to a royal house.
But his wound had taught him to see himself through the lens of his misfortune.
Yet David restored to him what his wound had made him forget.
He was still a son of the house.
Sometimes life wounds you so deeply that you begin to introduce yourself by what happened to you rather than by who you are.
But listen
Your wound may explain your limp, but it must not define your identity.
Mephibosheth could not change what happened to his feet, but he could change what he believed about his place at the king’s table.
And perhaps this is the wisdom hidden in some wounds
You may never change what happened, but you can decide what it will produce in you.
Do not drink the bitterness of the wound.
Drink the wisdom.
Let the pain teach you compassion.
Let disappointment teach you discernment.
Let rejection teach you where your identity truly comes from.
Let the scars remind you, not of what you survived, but of the grace that kept you.
A wound can become a well of wisdom, but only if you refuse to drink from its bitterness.
Travel light.
Take the lesson.
Leave the baggage.
#apostlejohn #travellightMephibosheth was only five when the news came that his father, Jonathan, and his grandfather, Saul, had died. In the confusion of that day, his nurse picked him up and fled. But she dropped him, and he became lame in both feet.
Imagine growing up carrying a wound you did not cause.
Imagine having to live with the consequences of a fall that was never your fault.
Years passed, and Mephibosheth lived in Lo-debar, a place whose name itself speaks of barrenness.
But one day, David called for him.
And when Mephibosheth came before the king, he did not come with the confidence of a son of royalty. He came saying,
“What is thy servant, that thou shouldest look upon such a dead dog as I am?” 2 Samuel 9:8 KJV
Look at what pain had done to his language.
He was the son of Jonathan.
He belonged to a royal house.
But his wound had taught him to see himself through the lens of his misfortune.
Yet David restored to him what his wound had made him forget.
He was still a son of the house.
Sometimes life wounds you so deeply that you begin to introduce yourself by what happened to you rather than by who you are.
But listen
Your wound may explain your limp, but it must not define your identity.
Mephibosheth could not change what happened to his feet, but he could change what he believed about his place at the king’s table.
And perhaps this is the wisdom hidden in some wounds
You may never change what happened, but you can decide what it will produce in you.
Do not drink the bitterness of the wound.
Drink the wisdom.
Let the pain teach you compassion.
Let disappointment teach you discernment.
Let rejection teach you where your identity truly comes from.
Let the scars remind you, not of what you survived, but of the grace that kept you.
A wound can become a well of wisdom, but only if you refuse to drink from its bitterness.
Travel light.
Take the lesson.
Leave the baggage.
#apostlejohn
#travellight
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