Verse of the Day- Psalm 16:9

The cave smelled of smoke and stone. Flickers of firelight danced across the rough walls, painting shifting shadows that looked almost alive. Outside, the desert wind sighed through the cliffs of En Gedi, carrying the distant sound of hooves and the murmurs of men searching for him.

David’s men were scattered along the cavern floor, wrapped in worn cloaks, their swords within reach. No one spoke much anymore. Every rustle could mean discovery. Every heartbeat was a reminder of how close Saul’s army lingered.

Yet in that fragile silence, David took up his harp. Its strings were worn smooth from years of wandering, yet the sound it carried was pure. He whispered—not a cry for escape, but a song of peace.

“Therefore my heart is glad,
and my tongue rejoices;
my body also shall dwell in safety.”

The melody floated like prayer-smoke into the dark, threading between the stalactites. The men listened intently; some pretending to sleep, others staring into the embers as tears caught the light. They didn’t understand how he could sing like that. How a hunted man could sound like a crowned one.

But David did. He had learned that peace wasn’t about being hidden from Saul—it was about being held by God. He had spent years in fields learning to trust the Shepherd, and now, in the wilderness, that trust was keeping him alive.

When the fire dimmed, David lay back on the cold stone. The ground was hard, his body tired, but his spirit rested easy. Outside, wolves howled in the distance. Inside, the heartbeat of heaven covered him like a blanket.

He closed his eyes and smiled. Not because the danger had passed, but because God hadn’t.

That night, the king without a throne slept like one. Safe and secure beneath the gaze of the only King who never sleeps.