Do you tend to rely on God more when it comes to the big things or the small ones?
I call these the dragons and the dustbunnies.
Dragons are the big battles in life – the bills that are impossible to pay, the illnesses that have no apparent cure, the spouse who isn’t faithful.
Dustbunnies are the little things, the things we “should” be able to take care of ourselves – the monthly budget, a busy calendar, and, well, dustbunnies.
Not everyone is a dragonslayer. We aren’t all created that way and it is a good thing. There are all sorts of problems that need to be taken care of.
David boldly faced the giant, chiding his fellow Israelites, saying, “For who is this uncircumcised Philistine, that he should defy the armies of the living God.” (1 Samuel 17:26) He’d killed a lion and a bear, knowing that it was through God’s deliverance. He recognized God as his deliverer. “…for the battle is the Lord’s, and He will give you into our hands.” (verse 47)
He was a dragonslayer – trusting in God in the big battles.
I suspect he had a harder time with the dustbunnies. We see David get depressed and weary. This is understandable. He was a king. The guy had a lot on his plate. But remember Bathsheba? David didn’t do so well when he stayed home from the battle. (See 2 Samuel 11.)
Have you ever noticed that in Psalm 23 he says, “He makes me to lie down in green pastures”? Verse four is much bolder. “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil.”
David was a dragonslayer.
I didn’t realize it until recently but I get that.
When my husband was spending months in the hospital, I did okay. I had a daily round of doctors, nurses, IVs, medications, dressing changes and the regular details of life to keep me busy. And where David had his mighty men of war, I was surrounded by a wonderful cadre of Believers lifting us up in prayer, walking the dog, bringing me food and quite literally, killing my dustbunnies.
Then we came home. People did not desert me. But daily life set in – school, medical appointments, bills, dishes and, yep, dustbunnies. Believe me, when dustbunnies and dog hair breed, the offspring is an ugly sight.
Trusting God with my husband’s life? There was not one thing I could do about it except follow every step of his medical care. I had to trust.
But I am supposed to be able to take care of the little things on my own.
And that’s boring.
I want to get out and slay dragons, swing a sword.
But I have dustbunnies to kill.
They get bigger and become dragons.
They grow teeth, snarl and breath fire.
Do you know how David fought his dustbunnies? The same way he fought Goliath.
He recognized he could not do it on his own and cried out to God for help:
Hear my cry, O God;
Attend to my prayer.
From the end of the earth I will cry out to You,
When my heart is overwhelmed;
Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
He recalled how God had helped him in the past:
For You have been a shelter for me,
A strong tower from the enemy.
He rested in God’s promises:
I will abide in Your tabernacle forever;
I will trust in the shelter of Your wings.
He renewed his praise:
So I will sing praise to Your name forever,
That I may daily perform my vows. (Psalm 61:1-4,8)
Dustbunnies or dragons – it doesn’t matter what they look like to other people. They can loom large in our lives.
Then we realize that the battle is the Lord’s. We cry out, “Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.”
Next time, we will take a look at someone else who had to learn to trust God with the little things. But for now, I have some snarling dustbunnies to kill.
“Dear Father, help me to lean on You, no matter how big or small my battles may seem. I know that there is no problem too small for You.”