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Kneecaps and Giants


 With his little feet spread as far as they could go without causing him to topple over, my son braced himself for impact. He stretched his arms out, furrowed his brow, and looked me right in the eye.  He was not about to let me pass.  He was not ready to go back in the house, so he had used his very body to barricade the door and he dared me to pass.

His head reached just above my knees.

As I looked down upon his perfect little crown, I wondered how many times God has looked at me from the very same perspective.  I'm flexing my muscles, showing the world what I am made of, determined to take a stand for what I want, willing to look any giant in the eye that dares cross me.  Has my Father looked down from up on high and seen me there, looking so small and so foolish with nothing but admiration in His heart simply because I am so completely His?

How long has He let me believe I am in charge, slaying all the dragons, and keeping myself safe? How patient has He been while I have struggled to remember that it is He who is faithful to guard what has been entrusted to me? 

Friend, have you done that, too? Are you standing there now? With your feet spread wide, your brow furrowed, faking fierce courage in an effort to stand your ground? 

With all due respect, do you know how small you are?

More importantly, do you know how big God is?

Maybe the last person you trusted to protect you left you vulnerable and broken. Maybe the last time you dared leave your perch, the enemy crept in and destroyed everything. Maybe you think if you look fierce enough, work hard enough, stay awake long enough, you'll find your own way and do this all by yourself this time.

Maybe you are right.

But wouldn't it be easier to look up? To lift your hands and let your Father carry you instead? Is that place your feet are planted really worth fighting for or could there be something better waiting some place else? When you're facing nothing but kneecaps of giants, don't you long to be lifted above them all?

Your rescuer is waiting right beside you. 

And those giants? They are staring at his kneecaps.

"At my first defense no one came to stand by me, but all deserted me. May it not be charged against them! But the Lord stood by me and strengthened me, so that through me the message might be fully proclaimed and all the Gentiles might hear it. So I was rescued from the lion's mouth. The Lord will rescue me from every evil deed and bring me safely into his heavenly kingdom. To him be the glory forever and ever. Amen." - 2 Timothy 16-18





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