Brave

I have been thinking a lot lately about being brave.  I think that if you are brave it does not mean you are not scared of things, it means you are scared of things but you do them anyways.  Yesterday I watched my little girl do two things that she had to be very brave to do.(some of us in our family suffer with Fear.  It has been something I have fought against my whole life.  And only by the grace of God, have I been able to overcome my fear and have tried to teach those in our family that suffer too to overcome as well.)  I watched Autumn eat food she did not know, and pet a dog she just met.  Now to most people that really would not be a big deal.  But to her, it was huge.  She beamed at me after at how brave she was and I choked up a little just to see how much it took her to do those things and how she did them anyways.  Then I got to thinking.... how am I any different.  I have always wanted to "go" but have been terrified by every corner of life.  I always had great examples of how to take life by the horns (thank you Mom and Dad) but have always been steeping in my fear.  But somehow God saw me in my pitiful state and has taught me to do things i am afraid of.  He has taught me to be brave.  And looking down at Autumn's face at how brave she was made me want to be brave too.  So here I go.... I am being brave too. I will do what God asked of me and will trust him to keep me safe.  This is huge for me.