Lame Loser of Lodebar-story

As I watch the sun setting, my mind goes back in time. I remember all the times that I played in the palace. I always seemed to have a lot of fun back then. We had servants that did a lot for us. I remember how young I was when we had to flee the palace. Our enemies had overtaken us and we had to flee for our lives. My grandfather and father didn't make it. The person that helped me out carried me and fell with me. Both of my legs and feet are now lame. I am still to this day unable to walk on my own. I must be carried everywhere I go. I am thankful that God has smiled on me and given me someone to help to live through daily life. Even as I know this is a great blessing I still cannot help but feel sorry for myself.

"Why did my feet have to be so messed up?", I ask myself. "Why couldn't I be like others that can walk and run at will? How did I end up here in this desert where nothing grows?"

Suddenly, I see Ziba coming toward the house. "The King has summoned you", he says to me. "Go and get ready and we will go to see the King."

Fear starts coming upon me as I go and get myself ready to go. How did the King even find out that there were any of us still living? The house of Saul is destroyed completely except for me. I remember my father used to tell me about David. He told me how much they loved one another. He told me how much my grandfather hated David and wanted to destroy him. The thought that runs through my mind right now is that David now wants to destroy me because of my grandfather. It isn't like I am a great warrior anyway so I may as well go and face the King.

When we get to the palace, I go before the King and I bow before him showing honor to him as everyone should. I vow my loyalty to him, for he is the anointed King of Israel. I call myself his servant before all his house.

"Rise up onto your feet", he tells me.

He announces that all that my grandfather had before would be restored to me. He tells me I will eat and live in the King's house forever and ever. I am so thankful for his generosity, but even though I will eat continually in the Kings house, I still feel inadequate. My feet are still lame, and I cannot walk on my own.

When dinner time comes, Ziba carries me to the table to eat. I sit and watch as all the King's sons come to the dining room and sit down to eat. I feel so ashamed that I am lame on my feet. It is almost unbearable to carry this burden around with me. After the King enters and sits, we pray thanking God for the abundance of food that He has allowed us. After the prayer I look around the table, my eyes pausing for a brief moment on each person sitting there. I notice something I had never noticed before.

When we sit at the table, we all look the same. My lameness is hidden by the tablecloth. I have no reason to feel ashamed of my infirmities anymore. I silently thank God for what He has shown me this day. I thank God that, even in my infirmities, He still loves me just as much as anyone else.