What’s Your Courage Moment?

Courage: the ability to do something that frightens one.
Things that frighten me…

Watching people bungee jump.
Flying.
Talking in front of small crowds.
Ants. Yes, ants.
Singing in the shower. Not exaggerating.
Scrunching up foil.

I can muster the ability to do, or be a part of, any of those above. But I won’t like it. Even though the long term impact on me, personally, is minimal. I still don’t like it.

However, when looking at another definition of Courage…

Courage: mental or moral strength to venture, persevere, and withstand danger, fear, or difficulty…

It begins taking on a new meaning for me. This is the kind of Courage I thrive on. I like adventure, challenges, the adrenaline rush of racing to the unknown. Even as I sit here typing my heart has begun racing picturing myself on this type of courage journey.

It’s one I feel I’ve been prepping for for quite some time.

Maybe that’s the point. Perhaps we’re always supposed to be ready to display courage. We never know from day to day what we’ll be faced with. So when life throws a curve, it’s best to be, at least somewhat, prepared the best we can.

But, how do you grow in courage? What does that look like for you? Is it something you set out to do? Or is it something life teaches you?

What does your courage moment look like right now?

 

6 thoughts on “What’s Your Courage Moment?

  • Today. I had one. I’m literally smack dab in the middle of one. Right now. It’s been a conversation that has been building in my life since I was a child.
    It’s a moment that could allow me to tell my WHOLE story.

    I don’t know what the outcome will be. It’s skerrrry.

    So courage. Yes. Courage. Thank you TamTam!

    • I got all sorts of goosebumps reading your comment!! I’m so excited to find out what is happening in your courage moment. You’ll share it, right??!! Cuz I HAVE to know!

  • I was asked a month ago to share my testimony/my father’s testimony at my Church. Speaking in public is one of my absolute biggest fears .. I mean I literally get physical symptoms from it, I don’t like it and I try to avoid it as much as possible. When my pastor asked me to share my testimony I wanted to say no so bad, but I just couldn’t. God has done some remarkable things in my life and in my father’s end days, it was something that had to be shared and not hidden. So I did it. Even thought I blacked out and don’t remember what I said, I did it!!!

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