Over the years my definition of bravery has changed.  Bravery used to mean riding up on a white horse, killing the villain and saving the damsel in distress.  Today, though, I’m more of the persuasion that most of the time bravery is just showing up.

You don’t have the words to say to make things better, but you show up anyway?  Brave.

Your friend has been through hell and back, and there is not one thing you can do.  But you show up anyway.  Brave.

You go sit in silence with your people as they mourn.  Brave.

You sit and allow yourself to feel ALL THE FEELINGS that somehow seem to take your breath away from out of nowhere.  You could distract yourself, but yet you enable yourself to feel and be vulnerable.  Brave.

I think for a long time I thought bravery was the absence of fear.  But now I don’t think you can be brave without feeling fear at the exact same moment.  If there were no fear or uncomfortableness to overcome, there would be brave.  There is no bravery without fear.

So let’s be brave together.  Let’s show up and be there for our people.  Let’s not ignore the feelings just because they’re uncomfortable or not always awesome.

Because when we’re vulnerable and willing to admit that we don’t have control over a situation or we have no words to say, and we just show up?  God moves.  He moves in our stillness.  He moves in our loneliness. He moves when all the feelings just come from out of nowhere.  He moves in our vulnerability and makes us brave.  He moves in our uncertainty and makes us brave.

“You make me brave
You make me brave
You call me out beyond the shore into the waves
You make me brave
You make me brave
No fear can hinder now the promises you made
You make me brave
You make me brave
You call me out beyond the shore into the waves”

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  • Debbie Legg

    I love this, Julie. 🙂