Dear God,
It's funny how Your plans and our plans just don't
match up that often. I tend to want to ask You what in the world You're
thinking, but then I remember that You created the world and so You probably
can handle my life too.
By human standards I should get to grow up to be
king, but I know that isn't going to happen. Not me, not my brothers. Instead,
my best friend is going to replace me. He would be good at it. He is always the
leader when we play, but I just wish I didn't get in trouble for the things my
Dad did (1 Sam 15:13-14).
Sometimes my dad and I fight because I know I won't
be king and that David, this friend of mine will be, but he doesn't want to
believe that. He wants our family on the throne forever (1 Sam 20:30-34), but I
know I have to help save David. God, You don't make sense, but I know You are
good. I know You have perfect plans. Please keep David safe from my dad. And
give him courage. He doesn't want to believe he will replace me either, but we
both know it's true.
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