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.”
Fear
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