This weeks word is Brave
I want to run. I want to run and hide and not be where I am. I am not brave. I am not strong, and I am not courageous. One week ago my darling daughter was lying in pain recovering from emergency surgery to remove a brain tumour that threatened her young, fragile and precious life. "be brave" and "stay strong" and "you're doing really well" people said. I am not brave and didn't know how to stay strong and I'm sure I wasn't doing really well.
My daughter is brave. She is strong. She has courage. And she IS doing really well!
And we are home from our ordeal recovering from this surgery by grace alone.
To be brave is to trust. It is to recognise that forces work beyond our power. It is to know that life is a gift and that it is fragile and can end at any moment. To be brave is to be ready to release my child and to know that really she belongs to God and I was merely blessed to have her for however long that may be. To be brave is to feel strength in my weakness, to somehow trust that the voice that whispers will care for my life, for her life, and to keep on turning to that.
My brave came waiting to feel peace when wretched and empty was all there was. But it comes. He whispers to trust in him, rest in him, that she is precious to him, that I am precious to him, that we are his, that he loves us. Trust him, trust him, trust him and watch the miracle unfold.
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