When Fear Meets Courage
“Missy, Missy, wake-up, there are men on the roof.”, cried, my Mom.
I bolted out of bed and threw on my clothes as fast as I could. I knew I needed to get to a pay phone and call for help.
My fingers trembled, and my legs shook with fear as I pulled my bicycle out of the garage. I could hear the men yelling as I peddled down the moonlit road.
Finally reaching the local convenience store, I hopped off of my bike and ran to the payphone. “This is 9-1-1, what is your emergency?” My thirteen-year-old voice quivered as I replied, “There are men on my roof. My dad had a business deal go wrong, they want to kill him.”
My word for 2019 is ‘courage.’ It’s a theme God has been weaving in my heart for the last 18- months.
I find it interesting that the opposite of courage is FEAR.
The loss of Justin has exposed layers of fear tucked away in the deepest crevices of my heart. It whispers the same lie, “You can’t ______.
Yielding to fear impairs my vision of God’s goodness essentially mutes my praise.
I have allowed fear to silence my voice for far too long!
When I was thirteen, my courage was pure grit, and my resolve was survival.
Today, my courage is rooted in the One who goes before me and says, “Fear not, for I am with you, be not dismayed for I am your God.”
Oh dear, sisters, does fear have its stranglehold on you?
Let us take heart and shout it from the rooftops, “The LORD himself goes before you and will be with you.; he will never leave you or forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.” Deuteronomy 31:8 NIV