AUGUST 14 - Meditation: 2Kings 5:1-5,14

DAY 14 - K51S

By: Darrelyn L. Tutt
Today's Meditation: 2 Kings 5:1-5;14-15

"Now Naaman, captain of the host of the king of Syria, was a great man with his master, and honorable, because by him the Lord had given deliverance unto Syria: he was also a mighty man in valor, but he was a leper. And the Syrians had gone out by companies, and had brought away captive out of the land of Israel a little maid; and she waited on Naaman's wife. And she said unto her mistress, 'Would God, my lord, were with the prophet that is in Samaria! For he would recover him from his leprosy. And one went in, and told his lord, saying, Thus and thus said the maid that is of the land of Israel. And the king of Syria said, 'Go to, go, and I will send a letter unto the king of Israel. And he departed, and took with him ten talents of silver, and six thousand pieces of gold, and ten changes of raiment.
...Then went he (Naaman) down, and dipped seven times in the Jordan, according to the saying of the man of God: and his flesh came again like unto the flesh of a little child, and he was clean. And he returned to the man of God, he and all his company, and came and stood before him: and he said, 'Behold, now I know that there is no God in all the earth, but in Israel: now therefore I pray thee, take a blessing of thy servant.'"
2 Kings 5:1-5;14-15
*Take time to read this story in its entirey.
Ladder Rung: K51S
and S are the first and last letters of Kings.
Selection of words to aid in memory:
Kite String.
The little maid, like a kite string in the hand of her mistress, raised the eyes upward and heavenward.
5:1 is our reference.
At 5:00 PM we'll rehearse our passage x1 and, perhaps, be used to lift up the eyes of another.
The intersections in our lives are of great accounting and of the Lord's doing.
Here stands the great King's captain, himself, taken captive by the words of a little captive in the dwelling of his home.
How can we know when a kite string might be placed in our hands and help lift our eyes to a heavenly place and a power unseen?
How can we know who the "little captive" might be that seems of very little stature and account, yet directs us toward the life-giving enablement of the Spirit?
How can we know when our lives will change and the "pull of the string" will lift us to new heights ... and directs us to new places?
Who can know ...
But God alone.
The little Jewish captive asserts a concern for the well-being of her master and earnestly implores the master's wife to seek Elisha, the great prophet of Israel and a true man of God.
The surety, sincerity, and simplicity of the little maiden's well-founded words point us to a home where, rehearsed and experienced in it, Jehovah's name bore weight and power, as did the prophets.
The words spoken by the little maiden became the prelude into a cleansing, life-altering experience where Naaman was healed of his leprosy and made whole.
It's hard to conceive a deliverance of such magnitude and mercy mingled in the shell of a human body and translating it from disease to vitality and health in just a moment.
It's hard to believe where a single kite string might lead us:
1) The little captive's words directed Naaman to the prophet Elisha.
2) The prophet Elisha's words led Naaman to the Jordon.
3) Naaman's obedience to the word (dipping 7 times) led him to the Lord ... and to a personal encounter with Him.
Mmmm ...
It's a very simple story with very profound results.
The story of a kite flying high;
The tender string being handed over.
Praise God for the "captive" little maidens in our midst.
Holy and Sufficient Father, 
For Thy vast and unlimited power, we give Thee thanks.
For apportioning moments and "maidens" in our lives in just the right way ... and conveying us upward, we offer Thee thanks.
Thy hand sovereignly and lovingly affords tender graces that canopy and comfort our souls in distress;Thy hand sufficiently and efficiently delivers us with the desire to bless ... and we give Thee thanks.
Let leprosy of sin-stained souls find cleansing in Thee alone.
Let the kite fly high,
Let mercy run free ...
All thanks be to Thee.