Sometimes it takes courage to get out of bed in the morning. It might not be the life-and-death courage, but living for the Lord takes courage. Last week I wrote about "leaving it all on the field." That isn't an easy thing to do. It takes a brave woman.
Forgiveness has been on my mind lately, that passage about the "brother offended" and how to move toward reconciliation. Reconciliation takes courage. But, for the Christian, it's non-optional. Living the Christian life takes courage.
Labor is coming very soon for me. Every day I feel baby kicking and flipping in strange circles--similar to the butterflies I used to feel before speaking in public--but now those butterflies are on steroids. This time there really IS someone in there. And in three months I'm going to be laboring to bring that tiny person into the world. Facing labor will take courage.
After that comes motherhood--the daily in and out of training my baby up in the way he is old, so when he is old he will not depart from it. Every move I make, every word I speak, every nuance of my character is going to be watched by tiny, tiny little eyes. And emulated. There are no "days off" when it comes to motherhood. And that takes courage.
Living daily for Christ, whether is physical feats (like labor or anything else) or daily grinds (like motherhood) or the challenges of doing what's right, even when it's hard (forgiveness) takes a daily dying to self. And that takes courage.
**confession time--I paused the timer midway, with the theory that if I stopped the five minutes in the middle then restarted it so I still finished right when the buzzer rang, it still counted as finishing "within" 5 minutes. That's probably similar to keeping cookies on top of the fridge so the calories fall off, or eating two candy bars so they cancel each other out, but oh well. The justifications we use, right? :P