I believe we have all heard the phrase ‘beauty for ashes’ or at the least, we have all heard the various Cinderella stories told from generation to generation. In the last post, we talked about the affair of David with Bathsheba and her ending up being the king’s wife. Her life was sorta similar to the lives of a lot of single moms these days. Yea, she ended up being the king’s wife, moved into the palace, had another baby and all. But she was just one wife among numerous. I doubt she had the attention of the dude much less his heart and his affections.
So what happened to Bathsheba after all said and done? Her son became the successor. A number of scenarios could have played out…she could have been put in a house outside of the palace and forgotten, she might have been unable to have another baby even if she was in the palace, her son had no business being crowned king after all, there are older sons by mothers of royal birth, her son might have been killed before he had his chance…but the scenario that played out was the one where the king crowned her son his successor before he died. She got to be the Queen mother! She had political power by virtue of her position and if she had wanted, she could have ruled the kingdom through her son! That babe was supposed to be just another one-night-stand…She got her Cinderella story…iGiggle
Few years back, I was in a relationship where I got a lot of verbal and emotional abuse (like he was the only guy on earth, right?). Getting that for a couple of months took its toll on my psyche, then imagine taking that for over two years. And I didn’t tell anyone because ‘it didn’t reflect well on me’ (one of the most common excuses of victims of abuse). I had such low self-esteem and really poor opinion of myself such that if I had cash, I would not spend it on myself because I didn’t think I was worth it. It got that bad. The dude eventually broke up with me (of course I couldn’t do the breaking up) and thanks to the amazing support system I had in family ( Oh yea, they found out…yikes!), I started on my path to recovery. Getting to know God made the process faster and so much easier. What I went through sucked yea, but it did make me a tougher person, made me a fighter.
Even though I don’t have my Cinderella story yet, when I look back at all the things I’ve been able to achieve in the last couple of years, the ladies I have helped get through similar experiences and the number of people who look to me, I actually get proud of me, Lol! No matter how crazy stuff might get, the Most High is still in the business of giving beauty for ashes. The story of Bathsheba makes me sure that the start of a story is not the determining factor of its end.
Hang in there folks, great times are ahead, you will get your Queen Mother status. Or King Father!