“Why do girls like flowers so much?” my discipler asked me.
“Well, if you think about it a rose can be like your heart; treat it right it’ll bloom or treat it badly it’ll shatter. And roses do shatter.”
Being the daughter of a florist I know that roses do indeed shatter apart. And what happens after that rose falls apart.
That conversation was the idea for a manuscript, I wrote about my rose, my heart. That would be why I haven’t posted in a while, I’ve been preoccupied composing that story. Something is missing in that story. That something is an update on my rose now. My rose has been borderline shattering and thriving through the years. My rose today, at this moment, is getting back to where it was this time last week.
My rose this week had a rock thrown at it, but is still together.
I was told I was brave and my thought was, ‘it’s not me’. God is making me brave. He is calling me out beyond the waves, where my feet may fail. You’ve never failed and won’t start now. Many times I have felt weak and unsteady, but He has come through for me. His power is made perfect in my weakness.
“My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness.”- 2 Corinthians 12:9 He steadies me as I walk along the path that is bumpy.
“He lifted me of the pit of despair, out of the mud and the mire. He set my feet on solid ground and steadied me as I walked along.”- Psalm 40:2
He is making me brave. He is giving me the courage to what would be impossible without Him.
“For nothing is impossible with God.”-Luke 1:37
God is paving the way for me to make my impossible possible. That conversation wasn’t the most comfortable thing for me. That conversation wasn’t the easiest thing for me. I believe God gives us comfort zones to call us out of them. Brave is being called out of your comfort zone. It takes bravery to do a lot of things in life, but I never thought I would be described as such.
Brave is facing a battle on your own. I’m not brave. Bravery is men fighting fires and people protecting my freedom, not me. That said, I can see moments in my life where God was making me brave.
I was brave being poked with a needle as I held back my tears (on numerous occasions)
God is making me brave every time I give my testimony
I felt the courage being poured out for me during a hard conversation I had this past week. In said conversation I was dubbed the title, Brave.
God was making me brave. There is nothing I have done to deserve the title, Brave. All of that courage comes from God.
“So be strong and courageous! Do not be afraid and do not panic before them. For the Lord your God will personally go ahead of you of you. He will neither fail you or abandon you.”-Deuteronomy 31:6
You make me brave to do the things that don’t feel right
You call me out upon the waters where my feet may fail
You’ve never failed and you won’t start now.
You are fighting for me and standing up for me.
“The Lord himself will fight for you. Just stay calm.”-Exodus 14:14