Walking in the midst of trouble

It has been a long emotional week. Too many late nights (which means anything past 8:30 p.m ) and too many early mornings. Unexpected emotional waves would wash over me pounding at my heart. The weight of so much loss this year sat wearily on my mind. Sewell and I were both looking forward to an evening home with the girls which we have not had in awhile. Suki was excited to see us put on our walking shoes and call her to come. We were walking out in the open trails behind our neighborhood when all of a sudden off to our left I see this dog tearing out of his yard towards us. My heart raced and I began screaming since I recognized this as the same pit bull that had mauled Suki when I walked down our street last year. It had been a terrifying experience and I had barely got her away alive. In an instant this dog attacked Suki. Without thinking we rushed to our aid. We knew we couldn't leave her there to be brutally killed by this dog. Sewell and I both began screaming at the dog. Sewell rushed to get between Suki, myself and the dog. The dog bit his elbow and pulled him to the ground. Sewell was fighting with all his strength to free himself. We have read stories of pit bulls that have mauled and killed people and we knew his life could be at stake. The dog bit his ankle and Sewell kicked his way free and got to his feet. This all happened in just seconds. Meanwhile I am crying and screaming and trying to help my husband and Suki. All of a sudden Sewell is yelling at the dog, "In the name of Jesus, get out of here." He repeated it several times. There was a pause in the viciousness of the attack and I was able to grab Suki and pull her away. Sewell told me to take her and get to safety. The owner came running from his yard to get his dog. The dog continued to be aggressive even after his owner called him but he didn't bite Sewell again.
Shaken and crying, I headed to the safety of our home with Suki. Miraculously she only had a small cut on her ear but Sewell was a different story. When we got the bleeding stopped and washed his elbow and ankle we knew he would need stitches. After making a call to Animal control to report the attack we headed to the hospital.
We arrived at 8:00 p.m and left at 12:15 with a tetanus shot, stitches in his ankle and antibiotics. As we sat in the waiting room and replayed the events of the night Sewell told me he had looked for a large rock to hit the dog with but all he could find was a small stone. My mind flashed to David and Goliath and the bracelets he and I wear that say, "Facing Your Giant." We both knew that once again we had faced a giant of fear that had come into our lives. One more time we called out to God for His help and he arrived to rescue us. Psalm 138:7 says, "Though I walk in the midst of trouble, you preserve my life." We know the weapons we have to fight our battles are small and insignificant but we know the battle is His, not ours. He has at His disposal everything that is needed to defeat any enemy that comes to harm us.
I am grateful for a husband who instinctively calls on the name of Jesus to come to our aid and rescue in the time of trouble. I know Suki is too!
I have no idea what God is doing in our lives but we will continue to face each day with our hope and trust in Him. If he allows a giant to come into our land we will face it with a God saturated soul, knowing He is the one who preserves our life.