I bought this
song for my Kindle this weekend and have listened to it several times a day
since the purchase.
The one line that continues to stand out to me is “show me
how big your brave is”. I keep going back to this one phrase as the singer
shouts it from the rooftops of the song. It’s potent and strikes me in the gut.
How big is my brave?
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We often don’t say what we think, do we? And most times that
might be a good thing. Ha! But what about the times we hide behind the skirts
of political correctness? I know I do. Too many times. I don’t like to see
strife or upset and while that’s a good process in theory, often in reality it’s
just a coping mechanism. A hiding place. How many times do I—do we—say we’re “fine”
when the truth is far from so? We’ve made this form of lying acceptable in
Western civilization.
Just how big is your brave? Big enough to state the truth in
love? Big enough to stand up for yourself? To preach the gospel to a hurting
soul? To pray for someone who might not accept the words pouring from your
heart?
We all have inhibitions that hold us back. Whatever those
might be, when the open door is presented to us, we either immediately back
away because it’s something we have determined we would never do, or we simply assume we won’t enjoy. But how often are we
sticking God in a box, because our brave isn’t
big enough?
And I’m not referring to bungie jumping off the side of the
Grand Canyon (because I would never
do that)…what I am saying is what if: your husband is promoted, but it means
you have to move and leave all your friends? What if the young man you’ve been
courting is ready to propose marriage, but you’re afraid to say yes…to commit to
one person that might hurt you later?
But the BIG what if lies in this one question: are you not
brave enough to jump and know God’s arms are there to catch you? When our
hearts are aligned with His, though our faith may be as small as a mustard
seed, if He asks us to jump, we know He’s there. With arms outstretched. It’s
only when we hesitate, when we put limitations on our brave that we
risk the stumble and fall.
So I go back to the original question: how big is YOUR
brave?
Excellent thoughts, often mine isn't as big as it should be.
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MaryAnn, mine isn't either and my NAME means brave! LOL!
DeleteDitto - sometimes not as big as it should be.
ReplyDeleteI think that is something God can change, though right? Sometimes a lack of bravery also negates a lack of trust...at least in some times and places. We need an equal dose of both and sometimes one comes harder than the other. :)
DeleteOh, we love that song in this house. We sing it at the top of our lungs. And yeah, sometimes we sing it when we are SCARED TO DEATH.
ReplyDeleteI first heard the song on Amy's blog and it's been stuck in my head ever since until I found it this last Christmas break. Yep. I love the reminder!
DeleteI'm not very brave! I get really uncomfortable when out of my comfort zone, or if I'm not in charge, or threatened/challenged by surprise. I need some work!
ReplyDeleteAll the more places for God to work in your life, right? I've always loved the Bible verse that says He will PERFECT us until the day of completion. We're never done and how comforting that is!
DeleteWonderful post, Casey! And yes, it's true - we are "never done"! SO glad we aren't expected to be perfect - makes it easier accepting His help to get back up, when we know this!
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