David and Goliath

These kids are on another level here lately. I suppose they have no clue that Santa is supposed to be coming to town soon or whatever. Or maybe they do know, but they just don’t care. Either way, they have been up to all kinds of shenanigans.

I entered a classroom to pick up one of my sweet friends for therapy. As I was checking my kid out on the computer, a motion in my peripheral vision made me stop what I was doing. Two kids were playing with blocks. Nothing unusual about that. One of them was much smaller than the other one. Although there were blocks all around, the bigger kid decided that he liked the smaller kid’s blocks better. So he quickly took them.

You may wonder how the smaller kid handled this betrayal. I was going to step in, but I hesitated. The smaller kid took advantage of my hesitation. He reached way back and smacked the big kid in the middle of the forehead. Picture David with his slingshot and stone against a mighty Goliath. The smack echoed rather loudly through the classroom. At that point, I intervened. Goliath had a red forehead and little David had crossed arms and a frown.

While I was initially very surprised by the showdown, it made me think about my own reactions when things that I cherish are taken from me. Satan just goes around seeking to steal, kill, and destroy. He is so bothered when he sees me enjoying life. Yes, there are plenty of people that he could tussle with, but sometimes he just wants to pick with me.

I need to get the same fighting spirit that my little friend had. I need to punch back with no hesitation. I need to put my full weight on it. Everyone in the atmosphere should hear my smack. Instead of frowning and complaining, I need to pray, praise, and declare the promises of God over my life.

Yes, my little friends are out of control. But every now and then, I learn something new about myself when I see them navigate in this big world. #wepreach