There’s been a lot of talk about being brave. In fact, Annie Downs just released a book called Let’s All Be Brave: Living Life With Everything You Have.
This past week I was at my daughter’s – she had surgery on the 19th and I was blessed to be able to go and run the household while she rested and recuperated. Honestly, I was glad I still had it in me! Each day was packed full with laundry, dogs, meals, tidying up, Hannah and Simon! I fell into bed at night and slept like a baby!
My granddaughter has a terrible habit of saying, “I’m scared,” whenever she has to do something new or different. She has a job now and one morning when I dropped her off she said in her goofy voice, “Mimi, I’m scared.” Well, it occurred to me that she was putting voice to a very negative, unholy thought. I finally told her that every time she said that she was speaking a curse over herself. She immediately stopped saying it.
But, last week something made me very scared. It wrought a fear in me that I am still rebuking.
The beheading of American journalist, James Foley, by the Islamic state militants.
I finally had to turn off the television news shows – I couldn’t bear seeing the gruesome photo of him kneeling with his murderer standing behind him (NO, I did not watch the video.).
I talked to the Lord about it – a lot.
I don’t want to be scared.
I don’t want to live in fear.
I want to be brave and courageous.
I’m just not sure I am.
For God did not give us a spirit of fear. But of power, love, and a sound mind. 2 Timothy 1.7