“The Anointing of Abigail: Speaking to the King in Your Man”
Come close, ladies! Listen Linda… Listen Linda! 👂🏽 I want to tell you a secret Abigail taught me in the Word. Now, when I tell you Abigail was a beast—believe me, she was. Let me give you the hood version, because this story right here deserves it.
So here’s the setup: David and his men were out in them streets, doing their thing, handling business, and basically making sure everybody around was good. They had been out there protecting Nabal’s flocks without even being asked. When the time came for a little reward—some food, some hospitality—David sent his homeboys to go knock on Nabal’s door.
But when they got there, homeboy Nabal got brand new. He was like, “Who is David? And why should I give him anything?” Straight disrespectful. So, the men came back and told David, and David said, “Bet. I got sumpin’ for all the ninjas. I’m about to kill everything that can piss on a wall.”
Now let me pause right here. Ladies, lean in. There’s a lesson in this. Sometimes, the man in your life might be a David—anointed but angry, chosen but challenged, called but triggered. And this is where we have to pray, “Lord, teach me how to talk to the King in that man like Abigail did.”
Because sis didn’t lose her composure. She didn’t match his energy. She matched his purpose. Abigail had emotional intelligence before it was ever trending. David was in full beast mode, but Abigail said, “Let me take a bow.” She interceded for her house when her husband couldn’t, and God brought deliverance swiftly.
Now remember—Abigail was married to a fool. Literally. Nabal’s name meant fool. Sis had to deal with a man who was senseless, selfish, and short-sighted. But she didn’t let that stop her from walking in wisdom. She didn’t let his foolishness pull her out of her femininity.
Let’s read what homegirl told David: she fell before him, bowed herself to the ground, and said, “Upon me, my lord, let this iniquity be.” She took responsibility for something she didn’t even do wrong! She said, “Forgive the trespass of your handmaid. The Lord will make you a sure house because you fight the battles of the Lord.”
Do you see it? She spoke to his destiny, not his emotions. She reminded David of who he was when his anger wanted to make him act like something he wasn’t. Sometimes, God will call you to speak life to the king when the warrior is ready to go to war.
Ladies, that’s not weakness—that’s wisdom. That’s divine strategy. There are moments when God will use your softness as a sword, your humility as a weapon, and your discernment as a shield. Abigail stood in the gap for her entire household, and her obedience shifted the outcome.
David said to her, “Blessed be the Lord who sent you to meet me. Blessed be your advice, and blessed be you.” Whew! Her presentation stopped a massacre.
And before she left, Abigail said something so powerful: “When the Lord deals well with you, remember me.”
She knew the anointing she carried. She knew the seed she just sowed. And sure enough, when Nabal died, David remembered. He went back and made her one of his wives.
So, sis, hear me: your prayers, your posture, and your discernment are not in vain. God has seen how you’ve interceded, how you’ve covered your home, and how you’ve held your peace when everything in you wanted to speak.
May the Lord grant us the anointing of Abigail—to know when to bow, when to speak, and how to touch the king in a man’s soul even when he’s in beast mode. Because one encounter with wisdom can change the entire trajectory of your household.
Forget me not
I reached up far enough this time and I grabbed a star,
I no longer have to wish and wonder where you are,
You are right here in my face,
In my embrace,
in the water that I drink,
In the thoughts that I think,
In the moments that make me stretch deeper,
In the steps that I take that are steeper,
In the air that I exhale,
In the moments I will prevail,
Against everything that could ever stand in our way,
For I have already leaped over walls and ran through troops,
To fight for a love like yours that has me in loops,
Of forget me nots.