** disclaimer. This is a barage of thoughts. It does not read like a short story, but just a lot of notes. (Too many notes.)
Yesterday, I put on my new “leg brace” for my foot problem. (Long boring story)
Anyway, I then decided to do my bible reading/prayer time. So I open up my book the “Blessings in Disguise.”
For years, when I heard this taught, the highlight was that the nurse dropped the baby, and made his crippled. Years later (2 Samuel Chapter 9) David seeks out “any living relatives of Saul” because he wanted to bless them. And happy ending, they find Mephibosheth, and he has dinner at King David’s table. Happy Happy Joy Joy.
So ok, I shouldn’t feel sorry for myself. 1) I’m not crippled and my foot problem is supposedly temporary.
And 2) I still can’t figure out what “blessings in disguise” the author was talking about.
I went back and read 2 Samuel 4:4 again:
Jonathan, Saul’s son, had a son who was lame in his feet. He was five years old when the news about Saul and Jonathan came from Jezreel; and his nurse took him up and fled. And it happened, as she made haste to flee, that he fell and became lame. His name was Mephibosheth.
Mephibosheth was NOT a baby. He was FIVE years old! Why was the nurse carrying him? Most 5 year olds can outrun any adult I know of!
No wonder she dropped him, why is she even trying to carry him?
So I stopped and thought about how we as parents try to do too much for our kids and in the mean time “cripple” them in their developement.
So I realized that my son, who has moved out to go to college, does not need me to continue my role as HoverMom, no matter how good at it I think I am!
And I should not feel so sorry for myself because my foot hurts and I’m limping when there are other people who have much worse problems than I to!
And that concludes today’s rant!