My own personal Philistine

Maybe you're familiar with the story of David and Goliath. Giant taunts the Israelites daily, morning and night, saying "Who will come out and fight?" Kid knocks the over-sized bearded bully out cold with the help of God.

I feel like I have my own personal Philistine. He's been following me around for years, mocking me. "Who will come out and fight?" I've pretended like I didn't hear him. I've been afraid. It took so much courage for me just to go to the stream and pick out the rocks. I am not David. My faith and trust in God is not as strong as his was. But I've got my rocks now. I'm putting them in my slingshot, because I'm ready to take this Philistine down. This is a battle, and it's one I must win. My Philistine is not called Goliath. No, he goes by another name. But his head is about to be cut off just the same.

1 Samuel 17:45-47
David said to the Philistine, “You come against me with sword and spear and javelin, but I come against you in the name of the LORD Almighty, the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied. This day the LORD will deliver you into my hands, and I’ll strike you down and cut off your head. This very day I will give the carcasses of the Philistine army to the birds and the wild animals, and the whole world will know that there is a God in Israel. All those gathered here will know that it is not by sword or spear that the LORD saves; for the battle is the LORD’s, and he will give all of you into our hands.”