You know the story: David beats Goliath with a sling shot. I wish I could defeat my Goliath with a rock.
My Goliath isn't exactly visible. My Goliath thinks, acts and sounds just like me. That teensy voice in my head telling me to be scared, or to be anxious, or tells me I'm not good enough. Sometimes, my Goliath is success, telling me that money or fame is more worthy of my attention. My Goliath takes on a new face each day.
But what kind of woman of Christ would I be if I didn't trust in Him to help me beat the giants in my path? It's time I learn to face my Goliath head-on.
It's easier said than done, I know.
So let's start here: Hello, Goliath. I'm Taylor. I think it's time we had a talk.
I guess here is where I should actually introduce myself.
I'm a coastal girl with an old soul. And yes, by that I mean I love knitted sweaters, tea pots and hand-written journals. A Bible sits inches from my bed. And black coffee fills my mug. No, I'm not shy. So, please, don't ask. I'm a self-declared social introvert (addition to Merriam-Webster is currently pending). I like all things pretty, whether it's created by a brush, a pen, a pencil or a lens.
That's the reader's digest version, I suppose.
