Episode 2 Samuel 18–19
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No one saw it happen—
But something inside King Saul broke
the day David killed Goliath.
At first, he welcomed him.
Rewarded him.
Even promised him his daughter, Michal, in marriage.
David had become the golden boy of Israel.
The warrior who killed a giant.
The shepherd who led armies.
But then the songs began.
“Saul has slain his thousands…
But David his tens of thousands.”
That chorus followed Saul everywhere.
On the battlefield.
In the palace.
From the mouths of his own people.
And each time he heard it,
a crack spread across his soul.
—
David kept rising.
Every battle he led, he won.
Every mission he was sent on, he returned a hero.
He married Michal.
He moved into the palace.
He sat at Saul’s table.
And Saul watched.
Smiling on the outside.
Seething within.
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One night, David was called to the king’s chambers.
He brought his harp, as he always had.
When Saul’s mind turned stormy,
David’s music could calm it.
He strummed a gentle melody.
But that night...
Saul didn’t want music.
He wanted silence.
Whffft—THUNK.
The spear slammed into the wall beside David’s head.
David froze.
Saul’s hand gripped another spear.
David ran.
—
By morning, Saul’s order was public:
“Kill him.”
David raced back to his home.
But soldiers were already watching his door.
They would wait until nightfall.
Then take him.
Michal—David’s wife, and Saul’s daughter—heard the whispers.
She rushed to David.
“They’ll come at dawn.
You have to leave. Now.”
She tied a rope from their bedroom window
and helped him climb into the night.
Then she placed an idol in the bed,
covered it with blankets and goat hair
to look like David asleep.
When the soldiers burst in,
they found the decoy.
Too late.
—
Saul stormed in behind them, furious.
He turned to Michal.
“Why did you betray me?”
Michal stared him down.
“He said he’d kill me if I didn’t help him.”
A lie.
But it bought David time.
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David fled to the only man who might understand—
Samuel, the prophet who had once anointed him.
Samuel took him to Naioth,
a place of refuge.
But it wouldn’t last.
Saul sent men to seize David.
Three times.
Each time, the soldiers neared the prophet’s camp…
and something strange overtook them.
They dropped their weapons.
Collapsed.
And began to prophesy.
As if the Spirit of God Himself
rose like a wall to protect David.
—
Furious, Saul came himself.
And the moment he stepped into Naioth—
he too fell.
The power of God struck him down.
He tore off his royal robes
and lay in the dust, prophesying day and night.
A king…
Stopped cold by a holy force he couldn’t understand.
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David watched from a distance.
This wasn’t just jealousy.
This wasn’t fear.
This was God,
drawing a line Saul could not cross.
But it wouldn’t last.
When Saul rose again,
the rage would return.
And David knew—
The king would not stop.
Not until he was dead.
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Next time…
The wilderness becomes his home—
and betrayal lurks in every shadow.
Spies.
False friends.
And a kingdom unraveling…
All to stop one man.
David’s rise is no longer a miracle.
It’s a threat.
