My Name is Michal

My name is Michal, the younger daughter of King Saul of Israel. There is this young man, my father, the King, just employed. The guy is very handsome. He is kind of cool and to think he even plays the harp! I think I like him. He is so cute only problem is, my father promised to give him my sister. Sometimes being the younger one is not fun. You get to be the last to choose. Daddy's servants told me that he was working out the modalities of giving my sister Merab to the guy. What should I do? I am the one in love with the guy. This culture! Daddy asked David to give him some Philistine heads as bride price. The guy brought even more. He sure knows how to impress a woman. Boy, was I slain? Some time passed; Daddy did not fulfil his promise to David. He gave Merab to another man. My father learnt that I kind of like David, and he offered to give me to him instead. My good fortune! (1 Samuel 18:19-30) I thought something was fishy though; my father's consent to me hooking up with David was too quick. I later learnt that he thought to use me to trip the guy up. Does Daddy not know anything about love? When I noticed that my dad wanted to get rid of David because he was getting too popular, (and my dad cannot stand competition), I let David escape. Daddy was mad. David was on the run, and daddy was not letting up on his plot to kill David. As soon as daddy realised that I could not be used to trap David, he gave me to another man to marry. Does he even know how I feel? What kind of culture treats women like objects? But Saul had given his daughter Michal, David’s wife, to Paltiel son of Laish, who was from Gallim. (1 Samuel 25:44) And as for David, he did not even think to send for me. This whole thing made me bitter. It was as if I was just an object to be passed around men. After a while, David took me back, but he still did not have time for me. What I did not realise was that he was preoccupied with more significant issues. I took it personally. It became so bad that the day he was returning with the ark, I was disgusted with the way he carried himself. He did not behave like a king at all. He was dancing like a commoner. Truth is the whole city was rejoicing, and I could not bring myself to be happy. I had missed my husband so much, and how is it that he could not see that? My place was right there by his side, and I was too pained to realise it. Bitterness is a very terrible thing. It blinded me to the fact that David was God's anointed. It made sure I could not understand that God had His hand on my husband. My senses were so dull; I could not recognise that God was restoring my country. All I could think about was my miserable life and how I had been life's victim. This cost me my fruitfulness because, the man I abused was in the course of exalting his God, the God who replaced my father with a more worthy candidate. I was too blinded to see anything divine in what was going on around me—the result: barrenness. As the ark of the Lord was entering the City of David, Michal daughter of Saul watched from a window. And when she saw King David leaping and dancing before the Lord, she despised him in her heart. (2 Samuel 6:16) When David returned home to bless his household, Michal daughter of Saul came out to meet him and said, “How the king of Israel has distinguished himself today, going around half-naked in full view of the slave girls of his servants as any vulgar fellow would!” David said to Michal, “It was before the Lord, who chose me rather than your father or anyone from his house when he appointed me ruler over the Lord’s people Israel—I will celebrate before the Lord. I will become even more undignified than this, and I will be humiliated in my own eyes. But by these slave girls you spoke of, I will be held in honour.” And Michal daughter of Saul had no children to the day of her death. (2 Samuel 6:20-23)