What does it mean to be brave? It’s a term we hear often in this day and age. But what does it really mean? Does it mean you have to be a superhero or accomplish really big things? Can anyone be brave?
Merriam-Webster’s Dictionary defines brave this way…
having or showing mental or moral strength to face danger, fear, or difficulty: having or showing courage a brave soldier a brave smile
I asked many of my friends and family what being brave looked like to them and this was some of their feedback:
facing your fears boldly no matter how scared you are.
stepping out of what makes you comfortable even when you don’t feel like it.
choosing to look confidently toward the future even though I don’t know what it holds. And I choose to give my all even though I may fail.
doing what you hear God telling you to do even if it is against the grain, is at cost or doesn’t make sense.
doing things or going through obstacles that you might not like but you have to. It’s going places that no one else is daring to go. Sometimes it means being quiet and letting God tell you what you really need to do and to listen and obey.
For me, being brave means that I trust fully in Him to lead me through everything, even the very scary and uncertain things.
To me, brave is…the woman who raises her child alone, the couple who doesn’t know how their marriage will make it but doesn’t give up, the person terrified of speaking in front of people but makes that their norm, the woman that pushes forward in the midst of infertility and doesn’t give up, the husband that doesn’t know how to provide for his family but works the uncomfortable jobs to put food on the table, the person with the cancer diagnosis but chooses to trust in the healing power of God…these and so much more are the brave individuals I see all around me.
Does this change your view of bravery?
I never once thought of myself as brave. Being introverted and struggling with infertility made me feel very weak. A weak person couldn’t be brave, could they? And then all of a sudden I heard “You are brave.” I heard this not just once but several times, from several women. And it confused me and challenged me. How could I be brave? God, are you trying to tell me something here? Then He said, “You are brave.” And over the course of 30 minutes of praying and seeking, He showed me that He had made me brave, even if I didn’t think or feel like I was. That He would continue equipping me to be brave. And slowly I began to see myself in that light. And He began to challenge me to embrace the bravery He instilled in me.
Will you do the same?