I think there are days for all of us, no matter how old we are, or how great our faith, or how many years we’ve walked with God—when we find ourselves wondering, “I wonder how God’s going to supply THIS need? Did He not see THIS one coming?”

Although I’ve known the story of David and Goliath since I was a little girl, it wasn’t until recently that I realized that not only is that story one of God’s provision and protection in our hour of crisis, but it’s also a lesson on how thoroughly He has planned to provide for our needs in that moment.


On that day,
That pivotal day,
When an armor-clad giant stood on a hillside
Pouring obscenities and insults on Your name,
You knew—You were not surprised.

Millennia before,
When You created the earth,
And Your voice sent the mountains rocketing into the sky,
You knew—You were not surprised.

When the ice and snow of the mountaintop did its work:
Expanding, levering,
Loosening boulders from the mountain’s face,
You knew—You were not surprised.

When avalanche and rock slide sent boulders tumbling,
Shattering with a thunderous roar in the valley below,
You knew—You were not surprised.

And when the melting snow and ice formed water droplets,
Gathering into rivulets and streams
That nudged at the mountains broken pieces,
Moving them along…
Sometimes with a gentle trickle,
Sometimes with the irresistible power of a spring flood,
Forcing them deeper and deeper into the valley,
You knew—You were not surprised.

And on that pivotal day,
When a giant shouted obscenities,
And a king and his forces shook with fear,
When a little boy
Zealous for the Name of his God, and the safety of his homeland,
Picked up his little boy sling and walked to the stream. to gather five smooth stones,
You knew—You were not surprised.

For You had planned it all along—
This work for the little boy.
Planned it from the creation of the world.
And eons before, You had set Your plans in motion
To have THESE stones,
In THIS stream,
On THAT day.

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So, Father,
Whether I am the pebble, being tumbled and polished,
Or the stream, nudging and urging another toward their calling,
Or the little boy, quietly trusting You for that moment’s need,
May I always remember,
Regardless the depth of the water, the force of the current,
No matter the size of the giant,
I can trust You for MY five smooth stones,
Because You know—
And You are not surprised.

marcia-headshot-225x300In her childhood and teen years, Marcia Gunnett Woodard immersed herself in reading, almost becoming the characters in the books she read. By her later teens, she had begun to experience the joy and fulfillment in creating a world and drawing the reader in through the use of words. She went on to study English and writing at Indiana Wesleyan University.

Since then, she has enjoyed trying her hand at a variety of writing forms, including fiction, poetry, and scriptwriting. Although she still lives less than 100 miles from her birthplace, she has traveled internationally and shared with groups as near as local school and university groups and as far away as Vladimir, Russia.

When she isn’t writing, she enjoys camping, traveling, sewing, playing word games, and surrounding herself with family (husband, children and grandchildren) and friends (both real and imaginary).

In her own words: “I believe the power of story is one of the strongest forces in the world. Did you know the words parable (a story) and parabola (a geometric arc) have the same origin? I want to use the parabolic arc of story to launch projectiles of truth into barricaded minds and hearts. The upcoming generations are people of story. If I’m going to reach them to become people of The Story, it will most often be through storytelling.”
Connect with Marcia online:
Blog: www.itsallaboutmarcia.blogspot.com
Twitter: @MarGunWoo
Email: m.g.woodard@gmail.com