What Giants Do Women Face Each Day?
There she stood. The leggy, beautiful, 5’9 beast. She was a mighty giant. Every strand of her long, silky hair was immaculate and she had that highlight and contour thing down pat. Her stylish, designer clothing was wrinkle-free and her perfectly manicured hands held the hands of equally perfect-looking children. It was like something right off the cover of a fashion magazine.
This giant did not need a wink of sleep and could snack forever without the fear of weight gain. She had 27 thousand followers on Instagram while her pending friend requests on Facebook were innumerable. She worked 60 hours a week and her sales numbers at work could almost make her colleagues weep.
The Giant of Comparison
Her Architectural Digest-worthy home was covered in trendy grey and white decor. Its throw pillows and accent rugs were always in perfect order and the living room was never a mess. She drove the nicest car and was immediately recognized by the sound of her 6-inch heels clicking on the floor. She was absolute perfection. She had to be.
The giant never missed a school event or a PTA meeting. She was never tardy and always gave her children’s teachers the best holiday gifts. Her cupcakes were in such high demand that families arrived early for the annual school bake sale. She hand painted sets and sewed costumes when her children were cast in the best school productions any parent or student had ever seen. She was on every school committee and every PTA nomination ballot. The beast never seemed frazzled and she never even once needed a cup of coffee. She was super-human, a mutant.
No woman could escape the beast. Her shelves were covered in trophies, plaques, and gold medals for everything from being a head cheerleader to selling the most Girl Scout cookies to placing first for her age group in half marathons. She was well-educated and adults sat rapt whenever she opened her mouth to speak. If the giant ran for president, she would win, but with her beauty, she never had to bother with politics. Her smile was Hollywood white and seemed to go on for miles. The beast was the most popular girl in every school, even schools she had never attended.
2 Corinthians 10:12
Not that we dare to classify or compare ourselves with some of those who are commending themselves. But when they measure themselves by one another and compare themselves with one another, they are without understanding.
The Giant of Insecurity
This beast was Goliath. She was the huge giant of comparison and had slayed the spirits of women all over the world. She cunningly whispered into their ears, “You are not enough.”
Do nothing from rivalry or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves.
The Giant of Deception
Amazingly, Goliath could speak in the unique accents of the women’s mothers-in-law and in the whispers of their coworkers. She could perfectly mimic the speech of their spouses and children. Goliath could even speak to every woman in her own voice. She was a most talented deceiver and became their inner-dialogue.
The Giant of Competition
Women feared her because she was bigger and with all of her physical qualities and accomplishments, they figured that she had to be better too. Goliath never even blinked as she stomped on the ambitions of the women around her. She could make them give up before they even tried. Women everywhere just knew deep down that they were no competition for the giant.
For by the grace given to me I say to everyone among you not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think, but to think with sober judgment, each according to the measure of faith that God has assigned.
The Giant of Body Image
Goliath would snicker when she walked by the other mothers at the carpool line. They suddenly became ashamed of their own early morning attire. They were embarrassed by their littered backseats and the breakfast crumbs still on their children’s little faces. They felt like failures. Goliath left a trail of carnage behind her. Women all over met their spiritual death after only one interaction with the giant. They had forgotten who they were to God.
How to Slay Your Goliath
For am I now seeking the approval of man, or of God? Or am I trying to please man? If I were still trying to please man, I would not be a servant of Christ.
But there was one Brave Girl. One mama who was not having it. One woman who said, “No more.” One courageous girl who would stand to fight for all of womankind. She was small, but she was fierce. She was underestimated, but that was her advantage.
She was equipped with nothing more than a slingshot, a stone, and an incredible amount of Jesus. She had everything she needed to bring down the giant. This was a God-sized problem and Goliath was about to meet her match.
The Brave Girl pulled back the elastic band of her slingshot as far as she possibly could. With one eye closed, she made perfect alignment with her target. When she released the stone, there was a gasp heard around the world, a sudden inhale. The stone went hurling through the air. It shattered walls and barriers. It cut through trauma and disbelief. The stone sliced up self-doubt and social standards like a hot knife through butter. Women across the land held their breath. Would the Brave Girl succeed? Was the curse over? Would Goliath fall for good? They continued to hold their breath. Some even closed their eyes. It was all too much. The fear was too great.
Then the stone made contact. It landed right on the temple of Goliath. She was struck down and disoriented. And when this giant fell, she fell hard. The ground shook, the earth quaked, and hands were raised in praise and gratitude. Women all over the world exhaled and cheered. This giant would no longer reign. Their spirits were free.
Compassion, God’s Word, and Bridging the Gap
The huge, growling beast of comparison lived no more. The brave girl walked over to her adversary and smiled as she held out her hand. Goliath was suddenly small. Her once immaculate hair was now disheveled from the stone’s blow. The six-inch heels had blown right off the soles of her shoes upon impact. Her flawless nail polish was now a little chipped and a false eyelash might have been slightly askew. The perfect highlight and contour could not cover the small bruise inflicted by the stone. She was human. She was just another girl, another mama, and another peer. The Brave Girl’s eyes burned into Goliath’s and radiated friendship. There were no longer any distance separating the two.
Goliath reached out to take the hand of the Brave Girl. Goliath was stunned at first by the warm invitation, but gladly accepted it. It was all she truly wanted. They made their way through the office and strolled through the schoolyard before sitting together at the bake sale.
When the duo stopped to look around them, women everywhere were sitting together. They were celebrating one another. They marveled at each other, but even more astonishing, they marveled at themselves. They were cheering, “Thanks be to God!”
All of the women had suddenly realized how incredible they were. They were smiling and laughing. Women were supporting each other. They now knew that there was room for each of them at every table. They discovered that Goliath’s beauty did not undermine their own. A win for one, was a win for all. There was so much to be excited about.
I have been chosen of God, and I am holy and beloved.
The Power of Unity
The death of this giant of comparison had caused a revolution. There was a tidal wave of joy and of confidence in Christ that could not be stopped. Women were remembering what God said about them and reminded their peers of God’s Word. They were unstoppable. These women no longer feared giants, they were giants.
For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.
The she-giant of comparison was gone and God prevailed. His love shone through. His grace overflowed. His words could no longer be hushed. His glory covered each woman. They basked in the warmth of His divine favor as if they were sunbathing. They felt renewed. They felt restored. They felt brand new.
You are a Unique Creation. There is Only One You.
The women wept tears of joy and danced to the rhythm of their own individual freedom. They took heart in their weakness, for it was then that His power was perfected. His strength was overwhelming. There was no giant or storm that the women could not withstand. They were women of God, daughters of the Most High. They were His. Thanks be to God.
I have boldness and confident access to God through faith in Christ.
Hold on to that slingshot, brave girl.