The Biblical Remix – Real Love

The Biblical Remix – Real Love

1 Samuel 25:2-39 – http://bit.ly/biblicalremixreallove

Abigail was a ride or die chick.  She truly loved her husband Nabal, even though he was a fool.  Sad enough, the name Nabal actually translates as fool.

Nabal was mad rich.  No not ghetto fab rich, I mean really rich. Unfortunately he had a nasty attitude and didn’t know how to talk to people.

One day with respect and dignity David sent a text message to Nabal asking if he could hook him & his people’s up with some food and drink.  During that time David had watched out for Nabal’s servants and property and did not let robbers hurt them. He thought in looking out for him Nabal would follow through as was a custom of the times.  Instead Nabal started badmouthing the name of David and sent him a text back “Who the heck are you? You ain’t nobody”.

No bueno.  David got tight and left his crib in the wilderness (Sidenote: David was hiding from the authorities at this time so he was kinda roaming from spot to spot with his 600 warriors).

David was now in pursuit to destroy Nabal’s entire household.

One of the servants told Abigail about the text message exchange so she had to come to the rescue.  She hooked up some chicken wings, biscuits, and mashed potatoes and sent them ahead to David and his people.  She also sent some pumpkin pie.  Then she took it upon herself to go down to meet David before things popped off.

When she saw David she got off the donkey she was riding and apologized for the foolishness of her husband.  With great words she calmed David down and stopped the beat down that was about to take place

When she got back home Nabal was drinking and partying hard.  Weed and Hennessy was all over the crib.

In the morning as she looked at the hungover Nabal, this Toni Braxton song was playing in the background:

“How many ways, I love you, Let me count the ways, How many ways, I love you, Let me count the ways…”

Reflection:

I see Nabals all the time.  They are clowns.  Dudes who do not bring any real value to a relationship.  And yet I see SO many women dating and/or living with Nabals. Of course I do not need to mention any names because the truth is you know names from your own circle of friends and family.

The saddest part is these women are intelligent, beautiful, and full of wisdom, yet CHOOSE to connect themselves with damn fools. Deep inside they know he is a fool, but what is it that keeps them in these relationships?

Sometimes it is straight booty.  They enjoy getting tapped from him.  Sometimes it is money.  Many times it is pure desperation.  Did I say “desperation”?  Ya damn skippy.  They don’t want to be alone and gravitate to the first dude who will throw some game their way or at least pay attention to them.  Upon further examination they have low standards because they have low self-worth. Pause, and think about that ladies.

As for the fellas, we are not exempt from this either. I know plenty of dudes, including myself, who have embraced female Nabals for the same above mentioned reasons.  Are we really that shallow?  Is the drama really worth it?  Really?

Now for everyone.  Should you choose to stay with that fool, you will have to do damage control constantly.  If you don’t believe me, look at the deterioration of your close friendships and your family.  Yeah!  That is because of the fool you desperately want to keep in your life.

You need to be like Abigail and get off  the ass you are riding and humble yourself by getting on your knees.  Please pray and ask God for direction.  Ask Him to expose the things you are too blind and too close to see.  He has been warning you through friends and strangers and you have chosen not to receive the message. (Sidenote: This is that message).

Also ask Him for grace to help you through the mess you are in, whether it is the mess you CHOOSE to stay in or the mess you CHOOSE to get out of.

God knows the intentions of your heart so do not think you are fooling Him.  If you want the assistance, truly pray.  If you enjoy your fool, don’t say you weren’t warned.

Holla!