Last week in my thankful stories (which I wrote exactly a week ago even though I didn't publish them then...I'm not too good with timelines) I wondered why I was afraid when I met giant Goliaths in my life. Well that was a good thing to wonder but since I wondered that I have came upon several giants and shivered in fear in front of each one, needlessly. For some terrible reason I failed to immediately ask for power to fight goliath but instead cowered for long minutes in front of him, fearful, until he sensed my fear and began to chase me back to the safety of dismissal. He would go away for a while but then suddenly, through the valley, would ring his loud taunting cry "are you afraid to fight!?" And I would begin the scared cowering circle all over again. But God is endlessly merciful. And when I decided I needed help He helped me fight goliath. Kill him til he was so dead that all his friends ran in the opposite direction; this time it was them who were afraid.
I don't don't don't deserve the kind of mercy God showed me, the kind He was waiting all week to extend as soon as I asked him for it. Why do I let my fear for goliath control me instead of my love for God? God has so much more to offer than Goliath.
Off to another week of Goliath-encounters. And this time I'm going to let God do the fighting.
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