If you sat through Sunday school every week, like I did, then you know the story of David and Goliath. When David was a young boy, he went out to fight the mighty giant Goliath. He didn’t wear armor and he carried no sword. Armed with five smooth stones and a slingshot, he rushed toward the giant, striking him with a stone between the eyes. The giant fell facedown to the ground. With God on his side, the mighty giant was no match for David.
Before David was born, we had already picked out his name. As I held my tiny son in my arms those first days, I marveled at how appropriate the name was. Born with a syndrome causing a serious heart defect, two fingers on his left hand and global delay, our little boy entered the world with his own giant to face.
At eleven years old, my David faces his Goliath every day.
He has no words, but patiently takes my hand and leads me to what he wants.
He suffers from reflux throughout the day but is quick with a smile between episodes.
He’s eager to make a new friend. If you bend down next to him, he’ll likely throw his arms around your neck or climb up onto your lap.
He faces countless doctor visits, invasive procedures and surgeries, but instead of being bitter, he’s joyful.
He wakes up ready to greet the day and walks to school with a spring in his step.
My David battles his giant every day. He rushes toward the day with bravery. With God on his side, this syndrome is no match for David.
Are you facing your own Goliath? I would love to hear about it.