brave Enough
“I completely expect and hope that I won't be ashamed in any way. I'm sure I will be brave enough. Now as always, Christ will be lifted high through my body. He will be lifted up whether I live or die. For me, life finds all of its meaning in Christ. Death also has its benefits.” “Here is what he has given you to do for Christ. You must not only believe in him. You must also suffer for him.” Philippians 1:20-21, 29
Brave: enduring or facing unpleasant conditions or behavior without being overwhelmed by fear
Fear: an unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat
My Abba,
I love that the kitten in this photo seems so calm and fearless. It’s like he realizes his king-of-the-jungle protection detail is formidable, large and in-charge. At least, that is how the story goes in my imagination.
I know some fear in the right contexts can be healthy. It gives me the sense not to drive into the tornado, play with rattlesnakes, or invite a vicious bully in for tea who’s intent on my demise. I like this definition of brave: enduring or facing unpleasant conditions or behavior without being overwhelmed by fear. When I recognize that something is dangerous, or likely to cause pain, but am not debilitated by my emotions, then I think I am moving toward bravery.
I am not a masochist. Physical and emotional pain are definitely not my thing. When pain is mauling my heart, body and/or mind, I need a deeper sense of your gracious presence or I can slip into the vortex of anxiety. I want to be courageous enough to walk faithfully with you, even when my situation is bleak.
I want you to “be lifted high” through my body, whether in health, sickness, or death. I want you to be exalted in my life and my death. Please give me the grace to make this a day-to-day reality. Only by your power is this possible.
Let my deepening dependence on you create a valiant heart in me.
I love you,
Mollie
My child,
Remember, my Son pleaded with me to take the cup of suffering from him. He did not relish the humiliation, pain, and abuse. But he accepted it, because he wanted my will to be done. I did not force him to suffer and die. He chose to walk with me down that road.
Because you have lived with abuse, chronic illness and tremendous loss, I know you understand suffering. But most of the time, you had no choice. What if, like Christ, you had a choice to take a pass on the painful path to which I called you? What do you think you would do?
Your heart is squirming now, because you realize I know the answer and you are not certain. I understand. Here’s reality. If you find your meaning in life through Christ, you will be able to walk with courage through the worst of times, whether you have a choice to be there or not.
You will not be overwhelmed by fear, when your desire to glorify me overwhelms your fear.
By my power, you can live courageously for my plans and purposes. And when your body dies, we can enjoy each other face-to-face forever. All of this struggle will soon vanish. Cling to me. I will hold you. In my arms, you are exceedingly brave!
I love you,
Abba
Photo: byrdyak