Let's Not Do the Time Warp Again

So, I'm in my room, folding and putting away laundry, when I hear from the living room some familiar refrains from the opening credits of a VeggieTale video. Dave and the Giant Pickle. Josh and the Big Wall. I'm transported back in time, when Kailey was but a toddler, and all was well in the Campbell household. I still had my mother. I still had an intact family unit. I still, although an adult, had my naivete concerning the big, bad world. This, of course, inevitably caused pangs. Pangs for what I once had, and long for again. Pangs I normally keep to myself because, really, what good does it do to entertain them? It does no good... usually.

Humour me for a moment as I sort of intertwine the two Veggie episodes. Let's take Dave. He faced a pretty big pickle. His faith in God was bigger than that pickle. His God, our God, was bigger than that pickle. God took care of that pickle through Dave with a pretty measly slingshot and a stone (Dave had 5 stones because, well, you know... just in case). I think God just shakes his head and laughs when we have a back-up plan, you know... just in case His doesn't work. God beat the pickle. One stone. That's it. Dead. Over. Then there's Josh. Gotta bring down that Jericho wall, but how? How in the world was he going to do that? He wasn't. God was going to do it, through Josh. Just believe little fella, and do what God says. God didn't say it'd be easy. It might be rather difficult. They might make fun of you. They might hurl purple slushies at your head. It might get messy. And it certainly was messy. Slushies everywhere. Feelings hurt. Courage diminished. Faith bruised, but not broken. One more time around that wall. Just endure that messy stuff one more time around, and that wall will be down. Boom! Promised Land.

I've fought giants, and thought I wouldn't make it. I've marched around and around the same wall so many times, waiting for it to come down that I thought it'd never come down. I've endured countless purple slushies being hurled at my head by enemies and loved ones alike. And by the grace and power of God, here I am. Still standing. Tired and weary, but blessed and joyful. Giants defeated, walls crumbled. Family still intact because we have a heavenly Father as the head of our household. Going through it at the time I thought it was so difficult, but now that I've come through it, and can look back on it, I see that all I really had to do was wait on God, believe in Him and what He would do for me, and it would be done. Pretty easy stuff... when I look back at it again.