And courage is not what I imagined. Courage did not feel like being brave or having superhero strength. Instead, it was weakness and being frightened and still doing what I imagined would kill me. It’s thinking, “If I must die, I must die.” Courage is picking up stones in the face of giant-sized fear. Courage is believing, “may it happen to me as you-God–have said.”
Thank you for stopping by to read the blog. I pray you will find a word or two that encourages. That is my goal here–that you be encouraged to live abundantly and know that you are loved by God, and by me.