On Fridays I join many others to write for five minutes on a word given by the gypsy mama.
I write for these five minutes on anything that comes to my mind;
writing with freedom and abandon.
Today’s word is: BRAVE
Brave is the opposite of what I normally write in this space. I write a lot about fear and overcoming it.
Maybe brave is what I need to start focusing on. Maybe brave is what I need to start repeating to myself when I wake up in the morning.
Like David in the wilderness, I have to be brave. He had crazy people chasing after him all the time, even at a young age. But in his fear, he stopped and cried out to God and kept going.
I can’t be brave in my own strength. It’s not about me.
It’s about God.
It’s about God being the essence of brave.
He gave everything…for me.
He died…for me.
He was wounded…for me.
He did it all so that in those times when I don’t feel brave, I know I have it.
Brave is claiming the words
do not fear. for I am the Lord your God. I am the Holy One of Israel. Your Savior.
Brave is believing Him when he says
do not be anxious about anything, but in everything claim His name and His peace will come.
That is brave.