God’s fight

Last night in our class, the teacher talked about David.  She talked about his obedience to his assignment, which was actually just to take bread and grain to his brothers and cheese to the captain, at the camp at the valley of Elah, and to find out how his brothers were doing, so he could report back to his father.

While he was there, he heard about the giant “defying the armies of the living God,” as he put it, and he didn’t like it.  He had confidence that the Lord who had rescued him from the claws of the lion and the bear in the past (when he was guarding his sheep) would rescue him from the Philistine.

When he walked up to Goliath, Goliath mocked him.  Even though Goliath came at him with javelin and spear and was over 9 ft. tall, and may have looked very scary, David said he was coming to him in the name of the Lord of Heaven’s Armies, that the Lord would conquer Goliath, that everyone there would know that the Lord rescues his people, and that this was the Lord’s battle.  

David understood that he wasn’t alone.  He understood that this wasn’t his fight.  He understood that this thing he felt like he “had to do” was because God placed him there to be his vessel, through which He [God] would actually work.  All David had to do was be obedient.  

David just went to the camp that day to deliver some food and find out how his brothers were, but God had another plan.  He just needed someone that would be willing to let Him work through them.  Our assignments aren’t always some “giant-slaying” type of thing.  Just deliver the bread.  Just be willing.  God will do the rest.  

Watching God work,

jamie

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