When I was in high school, I went to a private Christian School. I was old enough that when the staff went to a training convention, I was allowed to go.
There were many insightful lectures offered, and I ended up taking one about David and Goliath. I can’t remember the exact title of the lecture, but I remember that they gave each of us in attendance a small pebble, about the size of a nickel.
This pebble was to represent the stones that David plucked from the river and the stone he used to defeat Goliath. And I just remember the impact that had on me at the time. How such a small pebble could defeat such a huge obstacle as Goliath.
Certainly, anything that I was facing couldn’t be so monumental that God couldn’t help me get through it, just as he had helped David so long ago.
I kept that pebble with me, in my possession up until the flood of 2016 when it was lost along with so much else.
Then, in 2020, when the lockdown happened, I remember being so stressed about our future. We had many things we were dealing with, and I felt so alone and honestly scared about how things would play out.
I remember one day, as I was starting up our steps leading to our porch, I saw a little small pebble laying on the fourth or fifth step up. It looked almost identical to the one I had years before. I would almost guess that it was the same type of stone.
I remember pausing, the sight of it reminded me of the lecture I had attended. I remember picking it up off of the step and tossing it into the driveway amongst the gravel.
Not many days after, I was walking up the steps again when there was another pebble almost the same as the last one. I stopped, once again thinking of that convention and the lecture about David and Goliath. I picked it up and carried it upstairs onto the porch with me. I placed it on my shelf with some of my plants and went on about my day.
The next day, I stepped out on the porch to water my plants when I found another stone laying on one of my tables. I thought at first that maybe the wind had blown the other off of my shelf, so I looked over and to my surprise, it was still laying there.
This continued for a couple of weeks until I had a small collection of stones. Also, I feel I should add, that there were no rocks around our house that looked like these. I had no idea where they were coming from.
So I stopped and thought about it. For months at this point, I had lived in a constant state of fear and anxiety over everything we were dealing with. I thought that maybe, this was simply a reminder that despite how monumental and huge my problems felt at the time, with God, the smallest of pebbles could defeat the largest of problems.
To this day, I don’t know where those pebbles came from, and I haven’t seen them since. I still have my little collection of pebbles, that I keep to remind myself of the fact that with even a little pebble and faith, God can help you overcome any obstacle.
-Lynn Crouch
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