Courage is often linked to “lions”, so I think I’ve previously thought that bravery was somehow “loud”.
This week, I’m realising that the bravery I see is more often quiet.
Like the Mum at my school who says goodbye to her special needs son each morning and watches him struggle to walk down the hill to the playground and struggle to find anyone to relate to. She watches in teary silence, letting him learn. So courageous of them both.
Today, as I sorted through 38 years of memories at Ariel’s parents house, I found the farewell bible gift given when they left Argentina in 1973. In the same box was the exercise book that Sophie used when she learned English in Villawood hostel in 1973. Switching continents and language. Quietly courageous.
So, when our girls played “1,2,3 Swing” with Luka this week – I admired the courage it takes Ariel to watch his kids take-over a task that he can no longer do and appreciate it. Quiet courage.
For Prayer:
For Ariel to continue to be courageous when faced with a body that fails him each day.
For Ariel as he continues to balance work, health and organising his parents affairs.
For honest and helpful real estate results as we prepare to sell Ariel’s parents home.
For energy and courage for the tasks ahead for the whole family.
“Be strong and courageous.
Do not be afraid or terrified because of them,
for the Lord your God goes with you;
He will never leave you nor forsake you”
Deuteronomy 31:6
Kirsty
PS. That’s the “courage” mug I use which helps me face each day.
