We've walked through some awesomeness, some obedience that made zero logical sense in the act, and some junk that I'm just like, "Can we be done with this drama already?" in 2014. An interesting year to say the least, but can I be honest in saying..it hasn't been my favorite. But full of growth- oh definitely. So many dang emotions and new things and new battles and old shortcomings and baby steps..and God standing so close all the while whispering thoughtfully, "Yep, c'mon..this is what brave looks like." Nothing particularly extraordinary has played out, except this momma's point of view on Christianity being burnt up and slowly being rebuilt. So maybe nothing earth shatteringly important, unless you're standing in my shoes.
This season has had me asking myself, am I the last to realize that being a cowardly Christian makes absolutely no sense? Who are we in Christ if we can't step onto the troubled seas and expect Him to be present in every step? When we've already given up our lives, what else is there to fear, to possibly lose? Jesus sent The Comforter in His place when He ascended to heaven, fully knowing the Christian walk would not be one lavish in comforts and ease. And yet, I've spent years putting more weight in logic and security than in the God who has His own blessed economy with no room for anything outside of full trust in Him. We need to live courageously outside of our own abilities and giftings as Christ followers to know what faith is, to be who God formed us to be, to make His greatness known.
Our courage might be hidden behind wobbly knees and a mind whirling with doubt, but when He has our little mustard seed sized "yes," and our willingness to act, then and only then, can we begin the adventure of leaning our humanness on Him and watching what our little brave faith looks like in the hands of a miracle worker.