As 2015 comes to a close, I have started reflecting and wondering how it went by so quickly! About this time last year, I read the book, One Word, by Jon Gordon, Dan Britton and Jimmy Page. It suggests that choosing a one-word vision will yield more results than the easily forgotten New Year’s resolutions. I spent some time praying and reluctantly chose my one word vision for the year. “Reluctantly?” you may ask. Well, yes. I had a meeting coming up with what I lovingly refer to as, “my bunker girls.” You know, the women in your life that you can hunker down with and safely share even the messiest parts of your story and come out ready to conquer the world for Jesus. If you don’t have these women in your life, relentlessly pursue some.
Anyhow, I knew what my word was, but really didn’t want to share it. I kept saying, “I’m not sure… still praying about it,” hoping somehow a new word would arise. The truth was, I was very sure. And equally as sure that I was not a big fan of the word.
A word like brave almost seemed like throwing the first punch. Unfortunately, just as Sarah Keller mentioned, I knew right away that being brave doesn’t mean there is an absence of fear. It means being courageous despite my fear. But I still thought, “God! I don’t want to face scary things this year! Didn’t we just do that? Could I get a brave pass?”
In September 2010, God called me to lay down my comfortable career as a Physician’s Assistant to pioneer the first victim assistance office in the U.S. for victims of human trafficking through the A21 Campaign… and I was terrified. In fact, for 6 solid months I ran hard and fast like Jonah from Nineveh! Finally, I surrendered my agenda for the journey God had so clearly laid in front of me and He gave me strength I never knew I had! He opened doors, created laws, granted favor, built task forces, and began rescuing girls in my own backyard. All along, it had VERY little to do with me. He did the impossible despite an inexperienced, fearful, but willing vessel.
Drawing on my past experience of being called to serve with A21, I shared my word – BRAVE – with my bunker girls. Of course they were graceful, truthful and faithful in walking with me through this “brave” year. In 2015 I’ve learned how to be brave in small things. With His help, I’ve been a brave wife, mom and friend. I’ve learned to say yes when I wanted to say no and walk with the Lord to places I didn’t expect to go.
I love the story in 2 Kings 6:15. “When the servant of the man of God rose early in the morning and went out, behold, an army with horses and chariots was all around the city. And the servant said, “Alas, my master! What shall we do?” He said, “Do not be afraid, for those who are with us are more than those who are with them.” Then Elisha prayed and said, “O Lord, please open his eyes that he may see.” So the Lord opened the eyes of the young man, and he saw, and behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire all around Elisha.”
I pray our bravery will come not from something we muster ourselves, but from our spiritual eyes being open to see a BIG God going before us to accomplish His call. His army is ready. We simply need to say yes.