Before you come unglued and denounce her cruel punishment, let me come to her defense. In those days physical punishment was not unusual. In most cases, the administering was done by the principal. Mrs. Futch's method, though unusual, was extremely effective. She ruled with an iron hand. I LOVED her--though she was tough---I learned how to study that year. She taught me the fine art of outlining and the fruit of this was an effective method of note taking which has served me well my entire. life. Yes it was a tough year--but she cared about her students and I still praise her for excellent teaching and always had great respect for her .
My first boss, after obtaining my accounting degree, was really something. He was prone to huge outbursts filled with extremely colorful language. His brilliance and competence were combinations which only accepted perfect output. If you dared to omit one of the steps in his procedures or your work appeared sloppy, his correction was swift and merciless. He demanded perfection from his staff, but in the process you learned how to be a professional. Through our relationship, I was tiptoeing through the mind field of his outbursts, once he blew--it was over in a short time and he held no grudges, but the carnage was never pretty. I always had tremendous respect for him and was thankful for his professional guidance. I held him out as the best in his field in our area and he held my professional respect his entire career.
In our short twelve verses, David praised God---even when his son had been taken from him. His praise was a direct result of his trust. David knew who God was and praised Him NOT for the loss of his son---but because He knew God's character. He had faith that God's plan for him--though painful at times--was always best. David trusted God and praised Him for who he was.,
I love the Book of Job and one of my favorite verses comes from the 13th chapter---"Though he slay me, yet I will trust in Him." As I have grown in my faith, trust has grown. It has taken a long time to realize even when times are tough--really tough--He is still worthy of my praise. God's ways are not our ways--His thoughts are not our thoughts--and my faith relies upon the promises within The Word. I know He loves me---when things stink--the pain is unbearable--life is a mess---He still loves me. We know the plans He has for us--plans to prosper us and not harm us. During those times when I long for Heaven, I cling to who He is and the promises He made me. In the worst of times, I praise Him.
Then David got up from the ground.
After he had washed, put on lotions, and changed his clothes,
he went into the house of the Lord and worshiped.
2 Samuel 12:20