Brook Besor

400 went to fight. 200 stayed in Brook Besor.

I was the later ones. 

400 came back from the battle, 200 had no share in the victory. 

Reasonable enough.

But David said no. 

"The share will be the same for the one who stayed with the supplies as for the one who went into battle.”   (I Samuel 30:24)

Now I don't understand. WHY. 

How could it be.

I took a break, you said it's okay. 

I rested, you fought for me.

I was too tired to go, you went wherever I couldn't go.

I thought you were angry. You smiled and blessed my rest. 

Let me not forget, the victory was a gift. 

Unearned, undeserved. For the 200, and the 400. 

Tick.Tack.

Sometimes I wish time could stop...

Sometimes I wish it could run faster.

Never take a break too long

I'm like a runner, running a race.
Though, I'm not running a good one.

Sometimes, in the middle of nowhere,
I'd take a break, drink a cup of tea,  have some fun with the little things along the road...
And then, maybe, I'd forget to get back to the track.
And usually, it takes me quite a while to pick it back up.

Yet, thank you, for you've always been with me,
watching over me and be ready to cheer for me...

till I start running, again.