I believe that everything I perceived to be the “giants” in my life is just one BIG giant. I began working on this blog to name all of my giants. What I thought were the multiple giants are just the arms and legs of a bigger giant. Each part taking its turn at taunting me; calling me out to battle.
I started with a list of perfectionism, fear, and insecurity. I worked through “perfectionism” first, thinking that was my biggest giant. Then, I started looking at what made that giant so strong. It was fear. Fear of not being accepted. Fear of losing my friends. Fear of being unlovable because I failed. Fear of not being successful at whatever it was I was doing. Fear of being left behind. Then, I glanced at “insecurity.” What is insecurity, but fear? There! There’s my giant! Fear. Big, ugly, hairy, nasty, fear!
I know. Some fear is healthy. Fear of walking down a dark alley in the seedy part of town at night is a healthy fear. I’m talking about the unhealthy fear that stops me from being the person God created me to be. Here is the vital statistics:
Name: Fear (Fear of not being perfect; Fear of not being accepted/loved; Fear of failure just to name a few.)
Where he is from: My past and present.
Size: HUGE! Feels like 30 feet tall, but probably only six feet tall. Very muscular.
Clothing: Blondish-brown hair, green-hazel eyes, muscular. Dressed to the 9’s.
Weapons: Doubt, discouragement, past mistakes, negative talk, insecurity.
Personality: Brash, wicked, evil, cunning, stealthy, at times all-consuming.
Now that I have identified my giant, I will need to begin my training. David did not come to the battlefield that day never having used a sling-shot before. He was a shepherd and had to protect the flock from all sorts of dangers. God used that time to train him.
Next up… Training Begins.