You Have More Courage Than You Think You Do
It’s been awhile since I’ve posted.
There have been a number of things on my mind lately. One of those is courage. God has been teaching me about my courage. Somehow I was blind to the fact that I even had any, but because I’m more open to seeing the truth about myself than I have been at any other time in my life, I can see it now.
You know that saying: Feel the fear and do it anyway? Well, that’s been my life. Except, I always saw the fear and let it define me. I saw it as weakness. Never mind the fact that I actually did the thing I was scared of. The fact that I was scared somehow disqualified me from seeing my efforts as successful, or brave, or worthwhile. But I was wrong.
Like the time I tried out for cheerleading. I really had no skills, and I was terrified, but I did it. In front of the whole school.
Or the time I tried out for drill team with over 100 girls and only 12 new girls would be chosen.
Or the time I went river tubing as an adult (story coming) even though the same activity had terrified me as a child.
Or the time I auditioned for community theater, even though I can’t act worth squat and struggle to remember lines. But I did it.
Or when I went on a cruise, kayaking in the Sea of Cortez (story coming), or parasailing over the Pacific Ocean, even though the ocean scares me.
Or the time I did a beauty pageant, even though I believed I was ugly and worthless. But I did it. And I didn’t even make the top ten. But I did it again.
Like when I began homeschooling my kids.
Or the time I tried hot air ballooning, indoor skydiving, or started a business. . .
Or when I left everything safe behind me, walked into the unknown and left a relationship that was destroying my soul, with no idea how I was going to do it on my own.
Or when I dared to get remarried and blend a family.
Or like on those days when I got out of bed even though I’d really rather not have existed.
Or all the times I pressed through excruciating emotional pain, never giving up until I’d found the healing I sought.
And especially when I continued to believe in Jesus even though He seemed missing MIA.
All of those, and many more unnamed things in my life, took courage. All of them caused me fear or anxiety initially, but I did them anyway.
Every time you do something that scares you, even if you do it poorly, you are manifesting courage. And the cool part is, with each attempt, your courage grows.
More and more I am seeing my life with new eyes. Each time a memory comes up I look at it and recognize the courage it took to move through it, and I say to myself: I am brave.
Try it. You might be surprised to see that you have more courage than you think you do.
Now. . .what to tackle next?