At the beginning of the year I began reading the Bible chronologically. I have meandered through the life of David, dreading this moment in 2 Samuel. Starting in chapter 13, his family begins to rip apart.

I could be wrong here, test me and do the dive yourself, but as Ammon pulls the thread, I do not see much mention of the Lord. I’ve observed how David, previously, inquired of the Lord numerous times. I don’t see it here.

Here’s what I’ve seen so far. As David experience trials, heartaches, and near death, he would turn to the Lord. When he hears the news of Ammon and his travesty and rape of his daughter, he gets angry. Where is the Lord?

Chapter 13 guts me, and normally, I like to just skim over it. Having the story read to me, I am gutted. Chapter 12 is so bittersweet, David sees his sin and repents. The Lord gives him new life with Solomon. The Lord (verse 24) loved him.

David had everything he needed in the Lord. I have everything I need in the Lord. Everything is mine in the Lord. However, the Lord is gracious to not give me everything. David’s inheritance is the Lord. Mine is as well.

However, what I’m learning in the life of David is turn. Keeping turning. Always turn to the Lord. No matter what. Psalm 51. I’ve heard it said that you can tell how engaged a person is in your conversation by the position of their feet. I want my feet to be turned and walking in the dust of the Rabbi.

That means confessing, worshiping, acknowledging, interceding daily. This weekend was full of bodily pain, it’s easy to be focused on this. To give the Lord part of my time and thoughts, but not fully. So, at the beginning of the week, with David on my mind, I want to bow again. He is the Lord and he can be trusted.

As the pastoral message yesterday rings in my head, as he said, I want to be on mission for the Lord today. Keep turning. Keep confessing. Keep walking.