It’s a song I’ve heard many times on the radio, and eventually during worship services as church: You Make Me Brave. To me, it’s become an anthem.
Even when I don’t feel brave, God makes me brave.
Do you see how beautiful this is? In life, we are constantly called out to be brave. And sometimes it’s during times when we are worn ragged, fraying at the edges, just trying to get back to a semblance of normalcy in a season of abnormal. And even though we don’t think we can possibly manage it, God calls us to be brave again.
Why? I have no clue. Maybe it’s to build us. Stretch us. Grow us.
Maybe it’s to break us. Because in our breaking, we grow stronger.
But in those times when we don’t think bravery is possible, because we. just. can’t. In those times God kindles an unexpected bravery that surpasses anything we could imagine.
He just can’t help but make us brave.
Because in all honesty, life was meant to be lived brave. Think about all those moments, big and small, in your life that you chose to be brave. Really think about it. And then ask…where did that brave come from?
It’s within us, just wanting to be called forth. But sometimes it takes more than we have in us to dig up the courage and embrace brave. And that’s when God steps in an pulls that brave out of us, making us brave.
God, you make me brave. And keep making me brave. Make these readers brave too, so that we can become a community of brave.
This post is part of my #write31days series for 2015: Living Brave. Each day in October, I will be posting about living brave and what that looks like in everyday life. Curious about 31 Days? Check out the website and the hundreds of other bloggers joining in this year: 31 Days.