Courage.

I want to be the woman who faces the world with a song on her lips and courage in her heart--the warrior who rises to her challenges and meets the enemy without cringing. She charges into battle and refuses to retreat. Authors dream of her, and poets write epics.
Unfortunately, I didn't really see that woman this week. In her stead, an unsure, adolescent teen bounds fearlessly into the fray, sees the pandemonium, throws her shield over her head, and curls up into the fetal position. From there, she proceeds to wack at the enemy's ankles whenever she musters up the guts.

God says, "Be courageous!"
I say, "OK!!!!" quickly proceeded by "Ahhh... God, are you sure?"

Surrender is an interesting place to be. We say, "God, do whatever it takes for me to know You."
And then, He does.

We say, "God, I will do whatever, whenever, wherever, with whomever, however You choose."
And He directs.

And, it's too much. The weight of tomorrow sinks in. And, questions of reality pop up.
"Can I trust that I've heard God? Does He really speak to me?"

Instead of diving in and wrestling with God, I mindlessly Facebook-stalk and munch on peanuts. I have purposely distracted myself while writing this post.

These are real questions, and they need to be dealt with.
Courage faces fear. Timidity hides under a shield.

However, in the midst of the fray, we remember Who is fighting for us.
Our fight seems overwhelming, and our courage may be faint, but we fight for the One who already won.
The battle is the Lord's.