Reflection

I recently read Max Lucado's Facing Your Giants: A David and Goliath Story for Everyday People. As I read, I couldn't help but be in awe of David's faith. Things didn't often go right for David, but he never lost faith. I aspire to be like that. As I read Psalm 16 tonight, I kept coming back to verse 9. "Because He is at my right hand, I will not be shaken." Oh, if it could only be that easy for me. I'm a chronic worrier, one of the many things I inherited from my mother; I get shaken very easily. For example, today I read that suspected cases of salmonella are being linked to raw tomatoes, and I knew we were having tacos for dinner. Guess who didn't want to have tomatoes on her taco? Yes, extreme I know, but that's me. Now most of my worries are related to what I feel are the bigger things in life. After all, we each have our own personal Goliaths (and don't worry, I didn't actually consider the tomatoes a Goliath) to face, but I took comfort in these words that Lucado kept repeating in his book: "Focus on giants - I stumble. Focus on God: My giants tumble." It's become a mantra for me, along with the following phrase from one of Joel Osteen's books: "Stop talking to God about how big your mountains are, and start talking to your mountains about how big your God is." I know that God is bigger than any Goliath I could ever face on this earth, but sometimes I feel so weak. I take comfort in the strength and the peace that this Pentecost experience is providing me.