by Lori Hatcher
I’ve learned many lessons from King David, the “man after God’s own heart,” but one in particular applies well to my writing life.
Picture the scene: God has protected David from Saul, his maniacal predecessor; instated him as king over all twelve tribes of Israel; and blessed him with material and military success. His heart overflows with gratitude toward God for the way He has led him from his father’s sheepfolds to the king’s palace.
God’s been so good to me, I imagine David thinking. I want to do something to express my love for Him. Hey, what about the ark? It’s been sitting in Kiriath-jearim for decades. It should be here with me, in Jerusalem, not stuck aside in some guy’s house.
