“Then all this assembly shall know that the Lord does not save with sword and spear; for the battle is the Lord’s, and He will give you into our hands.” (I Samuel 17:47 NIV)
One warm spring afternoon, I found myself standing alone outside of the gym facing a mountain of anger from five very mean girls. As usual, this attack came without warning, but this time I felt like I was fighting for my life. I was so tired from the endless months of horrible insults the gang had been hurling my way.
The situation reminded me of David and Goliath. I was the new girl in town with no friends or power to draw from. My tormentors, Jean, Debbie, Terri, Teresa, and Shelby were hometown girls who were cheerleaders, band members, good students, and yet they made it a sport to terrorize anyone that didn’t fit into a certain mold. No one would go up against them. No one would be friends with me even though everyone in school knew about my encounters with them.
It was obvious that it was time I stopped running and have a face to face confrontation with these girls. At first I was shaking I was so scared, but God gave me the courage I needed to tell them I was tired of their games and it was time for them to leave me alone. When I was through talking to the gang of girls, I walked away from the situation with more confidence in myself. The Lord had stood by me just like He’d promised. On that day I committed the girls in His hands, thankful the battle is the Lord’s.
Crystal Y. Hathcock and her husband Tony, live in Liberty, South Carolina and have been married for thirty-two years. They have two puppies, Hankie and Calvin. Crystal is a freelance writer; a student with the Christian Writer’s Guild and writes religious articles for the area’s local newspaper. She enjoys cooking for family and friends, couponing, jewelry making and singing. (read more…)