It was a balmy night and the moon was full. He sat upon a cleft in the rocks at the base of a jagged hillside in the mountains of Ephraim, gazing at the moon and stars. The night was clear and the stars were on parade. As the sheep bayed in the distance, he began to softly sing “The heavens declare the glory of God and the firmament declares His handiwork. What is man that you are mindful of him and the son of man that you visited him?” He has been alone in the countryside since the last full moon, that is, he and the sheep. Plenty of time to daydream and meditate upon the Lord. Not that his days were boring, not at all. There were days when all wildlife came against the flock and he had to fight like a warrior to keep them each safe. He loved his father’s sheep like they were his own, so much so that he called each of them by name. He would spend hours putting the balm his brothers has purchased from Gilead on the head of each sheep. They were prone to wander and be led astray, often getting entangled in briars and thickets that would cut their tender flesh. He had lovingly dressed each one in the balm so that the healing effect would already be available for them should they become wounded. Some days he would search for hours for just one that had wandered away and become lost. These sheep were so precious to him, but they weren’t very wise so he continually had his eye on them. Once one of the sheep wandered away and became entrapped by an adversary. The little lamb was cornered by a lion and there was no way for escape. He came upon them just in time and in an instant, a strength within him that he never knew he had rose up and he thrust himself at the lion bare-handed and prevailed. He killed the lion that day. The lamb was safe. As the sun set that day, He lay upon a bed of fresh cut foliage and gazed into the heavens and relived the battle. Only in his mind’s eye, the adversary was an enemy of his county and he fought valiantly to defend his homeland. One day, he thought, I’ll enlist in the army and defend my nation.
He was the youngest of eight. His elder brothers were already in the army and he could not wait to join them on the battle lines. Until then, he lived under an open heaven in the countryside tending the sheep and that was okay with him. He grew so close to the Lord during each stay. When you are alone with just a flock of sheep, you need someone to talk to, so he drew nearer and nearer to the Lord.
His last battle was his greatest thus far. Unknown to him, several of the sheep wandered away and interfered with a mother bear and her cubs. The bear responded as expected. She was out for the kill. Adrenaline was released immediately and he became ferocious. The bear was defeated by his bare hands. Only God could make this happen he thought. No sheep were lost that day, not one. After the excitement waned, he rested by a brook and began to laugh and laugh and laugh. What had overtaken him, he wondered. Never would he have done that, or so he thought. He began to sing praises to God. He praised him for his care, his love and his tender mercies. This night, he imagined himself fighting a giant among men. Maybe one day he would get his chance. He would be home in the morning. They had traveled across the countryside and it was time to go home for a while. This last night, he slept in perfect peace.
The following day as he was nearing his father’s home, he saw one of the servants running toward him. Curious, he ran to meet him. The servant said “Sir, hurry home, your father is waiting, for a man of God has come to your home today and wishes to see you. It is the prophet Samuel and he is on assignment from God.” He ran past the servant and suddenly stopped in his tracks, made an about face and proclaimed “I am David, son of Jesse, and I shall be King of All Israel. I shall always have a descendant upon the throne and from my lineage shall spring forth the KING ETERNAL.” With that, he ran ahead to grasp his destiny.
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This is just beautiful. Your descriptions are so vivid and engaging, and the story so beautifully told. I love Biblical fiction, and this is just wonderful.
Just for ease of reading, you might want to break up your longer bits of writing into smaller paragraphs.