When you feel insignificant and when you feel too small, remember that courage doesn’t always roar. Remember that God doesn’t give us courage until we need it. Remember that brave isn’t always fighting big battles and facing great odds. Sometimes it is the smallest ones that take the most depth of courage to face.
Brave can be a smile, on a day when everything is going wrong.
Brave can be reaching out, and touching a life when it isn’t comfortable.
Brave can be loving again, at the risk of being broken (again).
Brave can be getting up after life makes more bumps than you ever thought possible.
Brave can be forgiving, even when it hurts too much to speak a word.
Brave can be trusting, just trusting, in the middle of a season that makes no sense.
Brave isn’t something we are born to, it is something we become in the moment when we forget who we are and what we’re afraid of and just do what needs to be done.
It is when we realize that He has put us here for such a time as this that the fears fall away and we can find the strength to go forward, whether we live or we die.
In the little things, and in the big things. It doesn’t matter. To be brave, no matter what the circumstance or occasion, all starts in the same place: our hearts.