Have you read 2 Samuel 12 lately? No summary can really give it what it deserves, so give it a read before reading my summary. David sinned with Bathsheba, and the result was a beautiful baby boy (I can relate with the beautiful baby boy part). But as we know, sin always has a consequence, and the consequence here was the boy’s life. David was told this upfront about these consequences, but I love his reaction. He fell flat on his face, prayed, and fasted on behalf of his son. He prayed, fasted and did not move until his son died. He did all that he could do, after all what father would not do everything he could for his son?
When the son died, the King’s Attendants were confused about how to proceed. They wondered if they should tell him, because he is so upset by the death sentence, who knows what he might do once the child died? David surmised the news, and had an interesting reaction. He got up, took a shower, and had something to eat. The attendants understandably confused questioned the king, and got this great nugget of wisdom (paraphrased and re quoted by a friend): “Don’t put a comma where God puts a period, and don’t put a period where God puts a comma.”
In a seemingly hopeless situation? Don’t give up. God is the one who created this whole world from nothing. He causes the sun to rise and set, He brings the rain and put the stars in the sky. Through his word we see the eyes of the blind opened, the ears of the deaf hearing, the captive set free and dead raised. There is nothing that our God can not do. When it looks like the end, don’t write God off yet. The disciples thought that Jesus’ life ended with his death on the cross. They put a period on the end of his life, but they did not know that it was supposed to be a comma until a couple of days later.
Is the situation over? Has the worst happened? Has God placed a period on the end of the sentence? Then let it go. One of the reasons that this story really resonates with me is because I’ve been there. You can go back and read through the pain of loss that Roberta and I have suffered. I’ve been like David, praying over the one who had a death sentence announced. Each time we’ve miscarried a child, I pray with all that I have in me that something else was wrong, not the baby. I prayed for broken machines, blind techs, misinterpreted results, wrong doctors, and miracles. But God placed a period. We mourned the loss of our babies, and went on with our lives. They’ll always be a part of us, but we still go on with our lives.
It is easy to get these confused, to try to put the coma where a period goes, and put a period where the coma goes, but God is in control. He sees the picture bigger than we do. Roberta and I are happy to have Zane in our lives. He is perfect. God has always had him planned for us. Had we had any of the other 3 babies that we wanted so desperately, we would not have Zane today. When you learn to embrace God’s grammar, things turn out way better than if you use your own.
For your viewing pleasure, a picture of our Baby Boy: