“You make me brave, you make me brave. You call me out beyond the shore into the waves.”
I’ve listened to this song more times than I can count. I sing… okay, shout… the lyrics and feel puffed with pride in that moment of declaring that God has made me brave, but today… in the silence of my office I found myself singing that one line and maybe it was the silence and hearing myself sing those words that made it sink in for the first time. He makes us brave… but how he makes us brave is the key in the whole song.
He makes us brave by calling us into the waves. Into the hard times. Those days that feel like they’re never ending. Those moments when all we want is rest and comfort and quiet. It’s in those raw moments that we realize where our strength comes from. It’s in those moments we become brave. Not brave in our own strength or knowledge or skill. Brave like a child on the shoulders of their daddy. Knowing that ultimately He has the control.
So today, in the midst of those raging waves remember that it’s in this moment that you find true strength, true boldness, the warrior within, surrendered at the feet of Jesus while the storm rages. We're brave because he called us into the waves to purify our hearts, rid us of fear and push us to know him deeper, purer more intimately.
It’s in these dark places that we’ll hear the heartbeat of Jesus, if we’ll just listen.
2 Corinthians 12:7-10 (MSG)
Because of the extravagance of those revelations, and so I wouldn’t get a big head, I was given the gift of a handicap to keep me in constant touch with my limitations. Satan’s angel did his best to get me down; what he in fact did was push me to my knees. No danger then of walking around high and mighty! At first I didn’t think of it as a gift, and begged God to remove it. Three times I did that, and then he told me,
My grace is enough; it’s all you need.
My strength comes into its own in your weakness.
Once I heard that, I was glad to let it happen. I quit focusing on the handicap and began appreciating the gift. It was a case of Christ’s strength moving in on my weakness. Now I take limitations in stride, and with good cheer, these limitations that cut me down to size—abuse, accidents, opposition, bad breaks. I just let Christ take over! And so the weaker I get, the stronger I become.
© 2018 Trisha Herrick