FAITH! LIFESTYLE!! INFLUENCE!!!
Long before the kings of Israel,
before the psalms of David filled the air,
before the temple stood in Jerusalem,
there were names.
Pages and pages of them.
Fathers and sons.
Generations marching quietly through history.
The Book of 1 Chronicles records them carefully, like beads threaded together on a long string of memory.
At first glance it feels repetitive.
Long before the famous judges,
before the thunder and the fire,
before the stories grew loud,
there was Othniel.
A quiet man.
A Spirit-raised deliverer.
The first answer to a people who had forgotten their God.
I am my father’s daughter.
The daughter who lived under her father’s covering.
The daughter whose head was anointed for greatness and leadership.
He taught me my place.
He taught me my ancestry.
He reminded me that I belonged to tribes so great that nations bow at the mere mention of them.
