I used to think brave meant being bold and loud and strong. Defeating injustice and blazing a trail to change the world, one giant issue at a time.
And I used to think I was brave. Courageous because I was indeed loud and had learned to have great answers & a well thought out plan. I was busy…and effective…and accomplishing much.
Different seasons require a different kind of brave though. And when my season went from big and loud to small and quiet, I thought I had forgotten how to be brave. I would catch myself gazing at someone else’s brave moments and wondering where my courage had run off to.
But brave doesn’t always shout from the front lines of controversy, fighting the bad guys and claiming newsworthy victories.
Sometimes brave is simply sitting quietly without any good answers to big and scary questions. Lifting my chin and saying “I don’t know how this all works out”, and taking one more step in what I think is the right direction.
Brave is simply believing the promise that the One who is in me is greater than the one who is in the world. That the same One loves me, will take care of me and I can trust Him. And brave clings to those promises in the midst of new seasons, scary seasons, hard seasons.
to declare, “Lord, I trust you”
…even though I can’t see what You’re doing.
to say, “I know You care for me”
…even when the hurts cut deep and relief seems distant.
to whisper, “I surrender”
…even when grasping for control is all I’ve ever known.
So I pray where ever you are today, you’ll lift your chin and be brave with me today, grabbing hold of Him who so longs to grab hold of you.