All was gone. King David realised the devastating truth from the merging whispers. For seven days, he lay on the floor, begging for God’s forgiveness and mercy, but now, he knew: All was gone. The King slowly lifted his body. There was no point in asking, but he did anyway, and the answer was given: all was gone. Now, he knew for sure.
He sighed heavily as he washed the dust from his face. His hands shook as he put on a fresh garment. Weakened from the prolonged fasting, King David entered the temple and raised his hands in worship.
Now, when everything was lost, God could eventually come to him in fullness. For he was his God in sin and righteousness, in victory and loss, in joy and sorrow: there was no other God.
So David stayed there, for hours singing hymns to praise that invisible presence, so visibly manifested in his life. His eyes closed, his heart rushing, his hands lifted high: the King reflected on his whole life.
It was just a moment ago as he proudly believed his hands could raise a temple for the Lord. Out of his abundance, he could build a house for God. But now, his hands were empty, and his heart was filled with sin. He had nothing to offer, just this nothingness.