For the last one month or so, I’ve watched my daughter’s little one tug at my sleeve with one simple request: “Grandpa, David and Goliath!”

No, she wasn’t asking me to take her to Jerusalem to stand in some museum. She wanted me to play the video—again and again—on my iPad. And I watch her tiny eyes grow big as saucers each time David, that small shepherd boy, goes up against the towering giant.

What fascinates her? Is it the underdog triumphing? A child beating a bully? Or is it that universal thrill—that small can defeat big, weak can overcome strong?

I watched closely. The beauty of the video is not just in David’s bravery, but in what the Bible itself says. “You come against me with sword and spear and javelin, but I come against you in the name of the Lord Almighty…” (1 Samuel 17:45).

Aha! There lies the secret. David wasn’t angry merely at a bully. His rage wasn’t just at an enemy making Israel tremble. His fury was because Goliath dared to stand against God.

And suddenly, I realised why my granddaughter is fascinated. Because all of us, even at three or four, sense Goliaths around us. At that age, it could be the darkness under the bed. Later, the Goliath is the maths teacher who seems taller than Mount Everest. As adults, our giants change shape—maybe a cruel boss, a sickness, a financial crisis, a toxic relationship, or even the nagging doubts inside us.

We all have our Goliaths.

But here’s the clincher: David didn’t pick up a sword, a shield, or some fancy battle gear. He took a sling and—listen carefully—five smooth stones. Just five! And with one, he brought down the mighty Philistine.

Do we understand that? It was God’s muscle through a simple stone. And it was God’s power that David trusted. He knew that one little pebble, when propelled by the Almighty, would become a missile.

And here’s the part we often forget: David never once took the credit. He didn’t pose for a selfie next to Goliath’s fallen body. He didn’t issue a press release, “David the Giant Slayer, bookings open for motivational talks.” No, he pointed upwards. His victory was God’s.

And that’s where we fail. We battle a Goliath, scrape through, and immediately polish our medals. “My intelligence, my strategy, my grit,” we boast. And the next time, no stones are given to us.

But David acknowledged God—every single time. And because he did, heaven’s quarry never ran out of pebbles.

So the next time you’re up against your own Goliath, don’t look at the size of the giant. Look at the size of your God. Use your stone. Use your faith. And when victory comes—because it will—acknowledge who gave you the strength.

Do that, and I promise you, you’ll never run out of pebbles…!

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