Monday, July 14, 2014

Week 24: Stand up to your giant

The sugar monster

The sugar monster

One Saturday morning, I awakened to a quiet home with no one there but me. The Mr. was out of town for the weekend, and I had the place all to myself.

What to do? What to do?

I rummaged through the tote bag on the floor next to the bed until I felt my 4×5 compact Bible. With two pillows propped between my back and the headboard, I sat up in bed to begin the day with some reading. I flipped through the book’s pages and rested on the story of a young, handsome shepherd boy named David who took on a menacing, defiant giant named Goliath. I like to call this a mis-match made in heaven.

Goliath was huge. The bible notes his stature as “six cubits and a span.” I’ve learned that one cubit converts to between 16 and 18 inches and a span to about five inches. So this dude likely stood somewhere around 8 ½ and 9 ½ feet tall. Wow. I’d certainly call that a giant, wouldn’t you? Goliath wore heavily armored clothing and carried a javelin, a spear and a shield. Clearly, he came to fight.

To the contrary, one would wonder exactly what David came to do. David’s stature isn’t mentioned in this story (1 Samuel 17), but in the prior chapter he’s described as ruddy (which speaks to his complexion) with beautiful eyes and handsome. Maybe his pretty eyes had great vision, as well, but I’m not sure what his complexion and cuteness would profit him on a battle field.

Nevertheless, he stood before this giant of a man, wearing no armor and carrying no weapons other than a sling shot and “five smooth stones” he plucked from a stream.


And this is what he planned to use as his weapon? Now David was either super brave or ultra crazy.

If this were a movie scene I’d say, “oh poor David. He has no chance in heaven of surviving this altercation.” I mean I wouldn’t expect him to last a second in this match. But David had help from heaven that gave him all the chance on earth that he needed. Thankfully, for him, this story is nothing if it isn’t extraordinary.

Not only did this shepherd boy stare down a cocky, crazy giant man, but he killed him with one good point-and-shoot from his little slingshot.

Reading this story reminded me of a giant in my own life. Remember I told you:

only two things have stood in the way of a healthier, back-to-where-I-was-four-years-ago, me – exercise and SUGAR.

Well guess which one is my Goliath. You guessed it. SUGAR.

My giant, the sugar monster

I’ve had a sweet tooth for years. As a kid I’d sometimes sneak into the kitchen in the middle of the night in search of one of three things: milk (whole milk at that time), bread (white bread, another form of sugar) or sugar (sweet treats or just plain sugar, whichever was available). And candy was always available – either from grandma, from school or from the candy lady at church. Those were the good ol’ days.

Anyway, I had my sweet tooth tamed for a few years. Then life happened: death, marriage, moving, corporate reorganization, threatened layoff, new job, new manager, new responsibilities and new stresses.

Slowly, my weekend frozen yogurt treat stopped doing the trick. My sugar cravings became insatiable and my innocent sweet tooth burgeoned into a full blown sugar obsession. Sugar became my confidante. It wrapped loving arms around me – comforted me when I was low and celebrated with me when I was happy.

Reading my bible that Saturday morning showed me it was time to face my giant.

The battle

David went to stare down a giant with every intention of winning. He wasn’t relying on his stature or his weapon for victory. More than his sling and his stones, David depended on his little bit of faith in a great big GOD. A God he trusted would be there in battle with him – facing the giant and providing the power he needed to defeat him.

And he was right. David slew the giant with one shot. Wow! Then he stood over said giant and sliced his head off at the neck with the giant’s own sword. Wow times two!

So that’s it, I thought. That Saturday morning I made a date to face a giant of my own – the following Monday. Hey, why spoil a perfectly good weekend, already in progress, right?! 😉

Next week, I’ll tell you what happened that Monday morning. In the meantime, what about you? Last week, we vowed to get back up again, and I believe you did it. What did you get up to face? What’s your giant? I’ve put mine on notice. Now it’s your turn.

P.S. As you may have guessed, I left out a boatload of details from the story of David and Goliath. I could have gone on forever, but for the sake of time and space, I tried to scurry on to the point. If you’ve never read the story and wish to do so, you can start here for a little back story, then read the story here.