A David on the roof encounter…

I wish it was not but this is a true story. A real David on the roof encounter…with a difference (thank God! Please read 2 Samuel 11 for the full gist). Except, I am a woman and was not on the roof when my own temptation presented itself…or should I say, himself. While reading this, it will be helpful to remember that God always makes a way for us to escape (1 Corinthians 10:13). Life is not always easy but we always have a choice. My ultimate goal is always to remain pleasing to God. I do not always succeed but I am trying. This is a tale of my own interesting encounter! Enjoy… 😀

My intention was to just tap him, in a show of solidarity, possibly comfort as he shared in conversation. I wanted to reassure him that he was not alone. I reached for his shoulder and my hand caught his arm instead. My one pat intention turned into a touch that lingered far longer that I had ever intended. His arm was solid. I caressed it. Strong. This one goes to the gym. When did he become so strong? My mind travelled to his broad shoulders. I stepped back in my mind, recreating the full image of this man in front of me. Standing at 6 feet 2 inches, and basically built like a house. Physically, he was reliable…dependable. He was strong. My thoughts kept travelling. I did not capture any of them. I let them travel. I could lean on him and he would not move…his arm would look nice around my shoulders. He would be able to protect me. His hugs would be comfortable. I would be safe, I would feel safe next to this one.

As all these thoughts ran through my mind, my hand lingered on his very muscular arm, occassionally moving either up and down or side to side. So much so, he paused and started staring at me, waiting for me to remove my hand, wondering what I was doing as this was not normal behaviour for me, with him. This was no longer a friendly encouraging arm rub, this was something else. What was I doing? WHAT WAS I DOING?!

As my thoughts danced around in my head, I came to my senses and realised the gravity of what I was actually doing…what I was NOT supposed to be doing and looked up.

Our eyes met. I think he knew what I was thinking. He had to know. We both knew…what we knew I am still processing. Whatever the case, I certainly knew I had been caught admiring his sheer strength. I knew I was human and he realised that too. Our eyes met and in that moment, I forgot my hand, I forgot his arm, I forgot everything and I must confess, I think that in my mind, time stopped. His eyes began telling me a story that I wanted to hear. We forgot where we were and all we could actually see was the other. It felt like that moment when a breath gets caught – soundless and intense. You know, when a car misses you by a centimetre or when you think you have dropped your phone but you catch it just in time. It was intense. Colourful and full. That was what it felt like. With my heart beating faster than normal, my breathing, erratic, my hand still remained where it was. I did not move it.

The intensity made my stomach churn enough to drag me back to reality. It was too much for me. I felt exposed, vulnerable. I looked away. I could not keep staring at this man like a fool. I withdrew my hand from his arm as if it was fire, I backed away slowly, physically removing myself from this temptation, picking up my coat as I ran for my dear life. I did not look up, I did not look back, I did not say goodbye even though I wondered what he must have been thinking as I suddenly escaped from the room. I never asked.

Good God! What was THAT? Where did that even come from? I labelled him dangerous for me as I ran away for safety. I agreed with myself to be very careful in the future. I determined to keep my hands to myself when it comes to this one. Yes, I will keep my distance too. This, whatever this was, could not happen again…

Unlike David, there are some decisions I could have made that day that could wreck lives because of the consequences. I had decided that I would not be a party to such decisions. I would be wise and flee. I ran away and I am glad I did. This was not a case of “live and let live“. Neither was it a case wherein, “there was no harm” because, there could have been every harm.

l know what you may thinking, all this because you touched somebody’s arm? Is it that serious?

Let me tell you. Yes! Yes, it is. In Ephesians 4:27, we are advised to “not give the Devil a foothold“(regarding anger). The truth is, we can give the Devil a foothold in many ways, including lust. He just needs a little – just a tiny bit. He does not need all that much and before you know it, you have travelled farther down the wrong road than you ever intended or realised. Jesus said:

But I say, anyone who even looks at a woman with lust has already committed adultery with her in his heart” – Matthew 5:28

I am not proud of it, I am just retelling my own David on the roof encounter. Some would argue that I am no better than David and they would be right. I am sharing because I want to remind you, dear reader to be careful “not to awaken love until the time is right”Song of Solomon 8:4 (NLT). I urge you to flee from the things that so easily entrap people. The end of the story would have been so different but for the grace of God and thank God too!

His eyes are on the sparrow so, I know He watches me, even when I should not be watching some people. May God continue to keep me and cover me. May He continue to also keep you and watch over you so that when we find ourselves in the midst of weird encounters, we can flee before we have to start explaining what could potentially be disastrous consequences.

I kid you not! (Lol)

Love and Blessings,

xOx

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