Each week, Lisa-Jo hosts Five Minute Friday, where she gives a prompt and we write unedited for five minutes. I usually fix typos and occasionally add forgotten words. Today’s prompt is brave. Join us here.
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When I was a kid, I was brave if I let loose and danced with the other girls at the slumber party, but I usually went home without participating – too shy and scared of failing to have any sort of fun.
As I got to high school, I was brave when I talked to the English teacher who has harsh and I was afraid of about a grade he had given me. I found out later he thought I was a lot braver than I felt. So brave he said I was a stuck up brat – never mind that I was too afraid to speak in class.
When I got to college, I had Jesus beating strong, and broke out of my shy shell just a teensy bit. I organized evangelism events to tell other college kids about Jesus. I braved getting on a plane alone for the first time to spread Him to the ends of the earth – this time Oregon. I read evaluation forms about how I was too awkward to do doing this sort of thing, but that I must love Jesus.
Then there was the time when I sat in a pit, and I was not brave enough to tell anyone about it, not the real sense. My sin wrapped around me secret and hidden.
But though I was not brave, I had a Hero who braved the darkness for my sake – who kept loving me when I was alone and rescued me.
In true Jamie fashion, I kept pushing Him away certain that His love was not true. He kept hugging and holding me any way, like He does.
Since then, I braved marriage and childbirth and motherhood and loneliness and exposure and beauty and public speaking and writing. I keep walking with Him, and He keeps leading me to places unknown, and I keep changing and growing stronger because He usually carries me. We walk to the edge of the ledge, He holds my hand tight, together we keep jumping, and at the bottom, He keeps catching the fall – deep into the places where Brave goes.
STOP
*caveat – I actually spent about ten minutes to finish up my thought on this one.
Photo credit: Flickr creative commons user: chinogypsie
Beautiful and brave. Thank you for sharing. And, praise him for giving us all the freedom to be brave. I linked up right after you on Lisa-Jo’s site and am so glad I did!
Beautiful and brave. Thank you for sharing. And, praise him for giving
us all the freedom to be brave. I linked up right after you on
Lisa-Jo’s site and am so glad I did!
Love this! The extra five minutes was well worth it! Beautiful:)
Love this Jamie and appreciate your bravery in this post. 🙂
“We walk to the edge of the ledge, He holds my hand tight, together we keep jumping, and at the bottom, He keeps catching the fall – deep into the places where Brave goes.”
“I keep walking with Him, and He keeps leading me to places unknown, and I keep changing and growing stronger because He usually carries me. We walk to the edge of the ledge, He holds my hand tight, together we keep jumping, and at the bottom, He keeps catching the fall – deep into the places where Brave goes.” Oh yes! So beautiful!
Thank you, Barbie!