Recipes for Rebellion, Talks about King David

We talked a little about King David this morning. He was his mommy's baby also. Sometimes that is an advantage and sometimes not. It wasn't an advantage the day the Reverend was coming to dinner. We laughed that the whole family knew that there was no way that God could have chosen David to be king. God had chosen their family, but there was no way that the baby could have been the one He was choosing. They sent him as far from the blessing as there could be. Don't even wash for dinner, you won't have to meet the Reverend at all, because you don't ever get that sheep smell off yourself, even after many baths. We big families have our own language of remembering and of forgetting. We have a way of showing and not showing love to everyone. David was close to God, if he wasn't close to the blessing of that day. God was showing us all something in and through David and the big family dilemma. Nobody slips out of God's fingers for lack of hands to care for them. He cares when mother is at the end of her strength. None of us are forgotten, in the morning or at any other time. He holds us all in the palm of His hand as only children and cares for us as specifically as the first child and babies us as surely as the eighth child. There is no limit to His show of love in the number of children. He alone is infinite and we can find His love in whatever family number we are. (Read the position in the family book by Kevin Lehman, if you can) Don't miss the similarities there are growing up 6th and don't miss any of the blessings of knowing God there.