What makes someone brave?
Is it the way they talk to a stranger on the street, or the way they stand up for what they believe in?
Is it facing their fears and overcoming something they were once afraid of? What about trying a new food that they’ve never liked before? Or maybe it’s the soldiers who risk their lives in order to keep us safe. Maybe it’s the woman in a politically unstable country standing up for something that is completely counter-cultural, and risking her life by doing so. Maybe it’s missionaries entering the unknown to spread the news of Jesus.
I think being brave comes in many shapes and sizes.
About 10 months ago, I packed up my bags, drove to the airport and caught a plane to Australia. Haha. It was a little more planned than that. But here I am, sat in a coffee shop across the road from church, 5 minutes away from the place I now call home, chatting with two of my best friends that I know will be in my life forever… in Sydney, Australia.
When I made this move, and devoted a year (which turned into two) of my life to building God’s church and knowing Him better, everyone kept saying how brave I was. I never quite understood why. I mean, I appreciated the sentiment, and I was grateful for their kind words.
But, for me, all I was doing was following God’s call. Yes, it was uncomfortable and scary and difficult. But because I was within God’s plan and calling, it just didn’t feel justified to call me brave.
There’s people out there risking their lives day to day, just to find food for their children to survive. That’s brave. There’s people who’ve been forced out of their homes and into a foreign country, because it wasn’t safe to stay. That’s brave.
I have come to realise, as I look back at the girl who left everything she knew to pursue God’s plan for her life, that I am brave. I was brave to come here, and I continue to be brave as I continually push myself out of my comfort zone and live a life for Jesus, on the other side of the world of everyone and everything I once knew as home.
You see, I said earlier that brave comes in all shapes and sizes. So I’ve decided to believe it… Why call everyone else brave and not yourself?
Being a kingdom builder means being brave. Sticking up for what you believe in when all your friends disagree is being brave. Not letting that kid sit alone at lunch for the 5 th time this week is being brave.
You see, our normal every day is being brave when we live our everyday with Jesus.
Listening to God’s whispers and acting on them is brave.
If you haven’t got it yet, you are brave. You were born brave. You make brave decisions every day, even if you don’t think it’s brave.
I call you brave, because God made you brave. This means that the next time you’re faced with a decision and you want to take the easy option, remember that you are brave. When you feel like life’s getting on top of you and you can’t handle anything more, it’s time to get your brave on.
Living a life devoted to Jesus is a brave life. Embrace it.