A Small Stone

I am runty David, trembling before towering giant.

How am I to slay such as he?

Who am I to stand? And with so little?

A small stone is clamped in my hand.

The hearts of these I love are oozing from countless wounds. They swirl in agony. Lashing at those near. Rebellion rears its ugly form.

This is my giant, looming.

I look once more at the pebble clamped tight. Wondering.

Wondering how a stone so small can even help. How can a mere pebble defeat a giant? Besides, my arm is weak, my aim poor.

He whispers clear: “If you have faith the size of a mustard seed...”

Faith, even the size of a small pebble, can bring victory.

Can slay.

David speaks the words of faith. “I come to you in the name of the Lord of hosts... whom you have defied.” 

1 Samuel 17:45

It is the name of the Lord I must fling.

I stand a little straighter, taking a breath, deep.

I begin to fling.

He is good.

His love endures.

The trembling ceases. My aim more sure.

He is a refuge in times of trouble.

Another stone is tossed.

He cares for those who trust in Him.

He is redeemer.

The giant no longer looms.

My God does.

A pebble of faith can slay.