Where did she end up?
After the journey back to Aram, she likely faced some sort of temporary slave internment center, squalor, discomfort, scavenging insects, and a passel of other ignoble experiences. Eventually, though, the day of her sale would have come. The auctioneer rattled while she sat on the unpleasant side of the bidding, but before the day ended she the transaction did; she was ushered off to her new life.
3 She said to her mistress, “If only my master would see the prophet who is in Samaria! He would cure him of his leprosy.” (2 Kings 5:3–NIV)
Happily, the conversation recorded here is not as bleak as her transplant must have been. A familiarity must have sprouted between the young Jewess her Syrian mistress to allow her to speak so freely about her master’s blemishes. In the course of time the girl must have grown to know the prowess of her master in that foreign culture.
Her outlook: trust or bitters?
Bitter? Not this unnamed child. She saw Naaman and had compassion upon him. She saw his distressing skin condition and without guile or selfishness, without bitterness her inner reaction tumbled into conversation. “If he would just go see Elisha.” Why? That she might be released? No. It was not about her but him. “He would be cured.”
Her habit of thought went toward his help. Was she wise beyond her years? I don’t think so. Her reaction was not wisdom but reflex. It was not pondering but stating. She had an inner compassion, an inner trust and she spoke from there.
God took it from there
That is all she needed to say. Her nugget of trust launched from where she was stuck aimed toward the healing of Naaman. It would take a while, would expose the immaturity of some, a lack of trust and maturity in others, and in some manner would result in a crash of Elisha’s servant. But her trust resulted in the transformation of the commander of the Syrian army. That trust went beyond her years; it even went all through the millennia to you and me.
What will you do?
Are you a worrier? A ponderer? Take this girl’s life response. I bet you are not a captive slave girl. Put up a mental picture of that on your thought walls. Let it pour from the faucet of your mind. Look over at it and trust God. Trust beyond your years. If it works for Hebrew slave girls long before Christ it will work for us with the readily available Holy Spirit.
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