Too small

So there you are at the edge of the village, watching the sun set.  It seems like just another quiet evening.  Then you notice a woman slink through the village with a blood-stained machete and walk off down the trail.  Minutes later, her husband bursts onto the scene.  "She did it!  She killed him, she killed him!" he screams.  Your blood pressure shoots up several notches.  "She killed my dog - just cut his head off!"  At the word dog, you relax the tiniest bit - but quickly realize this is no light matter.

A wave of anger and disgust sweeps over the crowd that has gathered.  They begin mocking and insulting the woman who, by now, has disappeared down the trail.  "If you run now, you can probably catch her," someone suggests.  "Yeah, teach her how to behave in our village," another adds.  Horror leaps into your throat as you watch the husband - machete in hand - take off running in the direction his wife has gone.  A thousand horrible images race through your mind.  He's going to hurt her.  He might even kill her, you think.  The thought makes you sick.  But you're only a woman.  A white woman, at that.  What should you do?  What can you do??

No amount of training could have ever prepared you to face this - the raw fear and anger and compassion that you now feel.  Suddenly, you are aware of how desperately you need God.  Because you're too small to handle this alone.  You know He is supremely sufficient when you come to the end of your own strength.  He is bigger and stronger than anything you will face.  And somehow, your heart finds the courage to praise Him because...God is God.  Always and forever.