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When Goliath Refuses To Fall



Goliath....  A Philistine giant who stood over nine feet tall, wearing full armor and came every day for forty days, mocking and challenging the Israelite's to fight. 


His stature was massive with a physical strength no man could match. He put such a vast fear into the army of Israel and King Saul no one was willing to confront him, until David, a boy after God's own heart, stood to face this giant with the colossal power of God standing with him.

Some may ask how does a sling and a stone become such a victorious weapon of war?
My answer...... It was the trust and faith in God alone that gave David and his sling and stone such a victory. All though I may not actually face a nine foot giant in life, I do however have had my own Goliath's to encounter. And the one over the last few years has refused to fall...........

Just when I think peace has finally found it's place in my life, this giant surfaces with its mocking and taunting war cry, challenging me to battle. I have my moments when I feel like the Israelite's did. Frozen in fear......
Overwhelmed with worry.....
Exhausted from the turmoil.....
And ready to run for the hills.

 Through tear stained eyes I tell my daddy God I am done. My fight from within has diminished to a place of annihilation and I can not do this anymore. I am tired, I am weary and unable to hold the sword needed to slay this giant in my life. This battle, in my mind set, has  gone on far too long and Goliath refuses to fall.

I.Just.Can't. Do.This..................

 In the darkness of night ,very quietly, I am reminded of Moses; a time when Aaron had to hold Moses' arms up during battle when Moses could no longer. With his extremely fatigued arms ,unable to be lifted on their own, God sends him help in the physical form.
"Where is my help?" I ask.  He takes me back to all the times others have stood in the gap and continue to do so in prayer for me. They are graciously holding my spiritual arms up during my time of extreme weariness.

I search my heart and ask myself  why I have allowed myself to undeniably loose trust in the sling and stone my daddy God has placed in my hand. Where is the unbridled faith of the daughter of the King of Kings? Why have I been relying on my own efforts instead of the strength and power of my daddy God?   Questions that I find myself pondering extensively.

 At the end of the day and many conversations later with my self and my daddy God, I see where my attention has been on the Goliath in my life and not the power behind my sling and stone.
God is always unwavering however it is up to me to remain faithful in His word and He will remain true to His promises.

I. CAN.DO.THIS.................

2 Corinthians 12:8
Concerning this thing I pleaded with the Lord three times that it might depart from me. And He said to me, " My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness. 


When Goliath refuses to fall~

XoXo
Stacey

Comments

  1. Hi Stacey, This is such a powerful post for me. I do keep my eyes on the giant more than on the weapons at my disposal! God's word, the Holy Spirit! Such a great reminder to remember to focus on Him and let Him deal with the giants, and also, to be grateful for those who "hold your arms up" when you get tired! You have done that for me more than once. :)
    God bless my precious friend
    Tracy

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