*Taken from my journal on 01/26/09 after a trip to the Valley of Elah where David killed Goliath.*
I wonder what David must have felt that day, if the wind was in his hair, if the birds had fled from battle…I wonder where the giant stood on the hill. At the foot? A few feet up? I wonder how cold the water felt on David’s hands, if the thought occurred to him that this may be the last time he felt water…
I wonder if the thought of losing ever occurred to him. It doesn’t seem to have. I wonder if other things grew still in his mind; if he breathed deeply. I wonder if he was afraid.
All heroism aside, he was just a kid. And this was no lion or bear. I wonder what song he had been singing that morning; what psalm gave him so much courage?
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