Courage doesn’t always look like movement. It isn’t always measurable.
Of course, courage can look big. It can look like a shrimpy David going out to battle a massive Goliath with only a few rocks and a sling in hand. It can look like Peter stepping out onto the rocky waves because Jesus calls to him. But by no means does it have to.
Courage can be waiting in an uncomfortable place, but relying on God to move you when the time is right. Or uttering one small, but incredibly vulnerable sentence that allows you to be seen in your most genuine sense.
This true courage comes from the victory of the cross and nowhere else. It is birthed out of the belief that He is who He says He is, and that He loves how He says He loves. That He is immovable. Unchangeable. Everlasting. He is full of courage and it flows over.
How often do we call on things besides God to give us the bravery we need? We trust in our own strength, our own intellect, our own beauty to help us feel secure and strong, but none of this is enough. Reliance on these things only leads to anxiety, indecision, and loneliness.
Connection comes from courage. Disconnection comes from fear.
I want the divine-driven courage, the kind that continues to trust in God when His voice comes in whispers and not in thunder. When He’s taking his sweet time and I’m aching to move. I want to be courageous enough to trust the promises of the Bible even when they seem hidden by my circumstances.
So call deep on your courage. Use it for movement, for stillness, for speaking out, for changing your mind, for asking questions and voicing doubts, for allowing yourself to be nothing other than the full embodiment of God’s creative spirit.