How Big is YOUR Brave?

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?