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Showing posts with label brave. Show all posts
Showing posts with label brave. Show all posts

Monday, March 2, 2015

Brave, who me?

My youngest daughter is a giver. She has such a big heart and always wants to give to others. Yesterday, she surprised me with a beautiful silver necklace. As I took the gift in my hands and looked at it, I saw that it was engraved with the word "brave." I was honored that she'd specifically chosen this gift for me but I felt so unworthy. I didn't consider myself brave. I asked her why she'd chosen that specific word for me and she casually looked at me, with an unspoken DUH in her voice, and said, "Mom, you beat breast cancer." Wow.

I'd never thought fighting for my life over the past few months of my breast cancer journey gave me the right to be called brave. I was just doing what I had to do to survive. For me, bravery denotes extreme courage or tenacity like a soldier in the midst of a raging war. Although he's under constant fire and jumping in and out of foxholes, he doesn't give up...he fights on. To me, that's being brave. Or the unwed, single mother who does any and everything she can to make ends meet to provide for her child...that's brave.

The dictionary describes the word brave this way:
brave
brāv/
adjective
1. ready to face and endure danger or pain; showing courage.
synonyms: courageous, valiant, valorous, intrepid, heroic, lionhearted, bold, fearless, gallant, daring, plucky, audacious.


I certainly didn't feel I fit that description. I hadn't been ready to face cancer or any of the pain that came along with it. I definitely didn't feel courageous or like any of the other synonyms the dictionary listed. As I fastened the necklace around my neck, I made a conscious decision to try and live up to the label I'd just received and accepted.

Although this label was clearly visible for the world to see, there are so many labels we hang around our necks that no one ever sees. On days when things are difficult and trying, we might subconsciously hang the label "failure" on our necks. When we've worked hard to accomplish a challenging task and succeeded, we might label ourselves "strong" or "amazing" or "awesome." Labels come not only from how we feel about ourselves but from how we're perceived by others. We must take great care in choosing which labels we'll allow to stay with us and choose which ones need to be discarded.

Whose voice are you listening to when you accept those labels? Are you listening to what Jesus says about you or what Satan says about you? Jesus will always give you positive labels. He'll say you're "redeemed," "beloved," "accepted," "forgiven," "precious," and "worthy." Satan will always give you negative thoughts which will in turn become negative labels. Those "failure," "hopeless," "worthless," "incompetent," type labels come straight at you from the pits of hell. You don't have to accept them. You have the power and authority to reject them!

Whatever labels you choose to hang around your neck will identify you to others. Even if they can't visibly "see" your labels, your attitude and actions will reflect how you feel about yourself. Do you want to be identified as a strong, brave, confident person who is walking in the truth of God's love or do you want to be labeled a hopeless failure?

Every day we make choices about how we present ourselves to the world. The clothing we select gives people a glimpse of who we are by letting them see our individuality. Our attitudes, our manner of speech, the way we carry ourselves...all of these label us. Some labels we choose and others are chosen for us. Everyone wears labels. With discerning eyes, we can see the ones that aren't truly visible. For example, have you ever walked past someone with a downcast countenance? Perhaps that person's label is "lonely" or "hurting." Labels, whether visible or invisible, say something important to or about ourselves and that's why it's important to choose them carefully.

The Bible says in Proverbs 18:21, "life and death are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruit."  Words have the power edify or destroy. Labels hold the same power. Do you want to choose labels that speak life to your soul? If so, one way you can decide on your labels is to know what God says about you. How can you know that? You have to read the Bible. Here are some of the labels the Bible lists for you to wear:

Child of God: "But to all who have received him--those who believe in his name--he has given the right to become God's children" … (John 1:12).

Friend of Jesus: "I no longer call you slaves, because the slave does not understand what his master is doing. But I have called you friends, because I have revealed to you everything I heard from my Father" (John 15:15).

Justified and redeemed: "But they are justified freely by his grace through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus" (Romans 3:24).

Free: "For the law of the life-giving Spirit in Christ Jesus has set you free from the law of sin and death" (Romans 8:2).

Heir: "And if children, then heirs (namely, heirs of God and also fellow heirs with Christ)--if indeed we suffer with him so we may also be glorified with him" (Romans 8:17).

Accepted: "Receive one another, then, just as Christ also received you, to God's glory" (Romans 15:7).

Saint: "… To the church of God that is in Corinth, to those who are sanctified in Christ Jesus, and called to be saints, with all those in every place who call on the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, their Lord and ours (1 Corinthians 1:2). (See also Ephesians 1:1, Philippians 1:1, and Colossians 1:2.)

Temple: "Do you not know that you are God's temple and that God's Spirit lives in you?" (1 Corinthians 6:19)

Unified: "There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is neither male nor female--for all of you are one in Christ Jesus" (Galatians 3:28).

Blessed: "Blessed is the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly realms in Christ" (Ephesians 1:3).

Chosen: "For he chose us in Christ before the foundation of the world that we may be holy and unblemished in his sight in love (Ephesians 1:4).

Redeemed: "In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of his grace" (Ephesians 1:7).

Predestined: "In Christ we too have been claimed as God's own possession, since we were predestined according to the one purpose of him who accomplishes all things according to the counsel of his will." (Ephesians 1:11)

Sealed: "And when you heard the word of truth (the gospel of your salvation)--when you believed in Christ--you were marked with the seal of the promised Holy Spirit." (Ephesians 1:13)

Alive: "But God, being rich in mercy, because of his great love with which he loved us, even though we were dead in transgressions, made us alive together with Christ--by grace you are saved! (Ephesians 2:4-5)

Handcrafted: "For we are his workmanship, having been created in Christ Jesus for good works that God prepared beforehand so we may do them." (Ephesians 2:10)

I looked down at my necklace again and marveled at the engraving upon it. Black ink had been pushed deep into the lettering to cause the word "brave" to stand out against the silver metal. Brave. Could I really accept that label? The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to say yes. I looked back at the dictionary definition of the word brave. Ready to face and endure danger or pain; showing courage. synonyms: courageous, valiant, valorous, intrepid, heroic, lionhearted, bold, fearless, gallant, daring, plucky, audacious. I guess I had been a little plucky over the past few months. I kind of like the sound of that word, "plucky." It fits! Yes, I'll accept that and I'll be proud to call myself brave even though it seems a great big word to live up to for the rest of my life. 

Please watch this short video to see how the labels we hang on ourselves affect us -

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Be brave and courageous

Paul Cezanne's Three Pears
Be brave and courageous...those were the words I heard echoing in my mind this morning as I was waking. Today was the day they offered art therapy at the cancer wellness center. I pushed the thought into the back of my mind and went about my morning. 

I grabbed a protein shake for breakfast and went into my office to read a few emails. As I sat at my computer, I kept feeling like I was supposed to go to art therapy today...TODAY. I had wanted to go for some time but had never had enough courage to drive into town and participate in a class with complete strangers. I didn't think I was ready...not yet...but I kept hearing, "be strong and courageous." The words seemed to keep time with the rhythm of my heart, getting stronger and faster minute by minute. "Okay! I get it," I said out loud as I walked into my bedroom and threw off my robe.

It took several minutes to wiggle into my compression sleeves but after I got them up and into place, I quickly dressed. I didn't know if the ladies in the group would dress casually or semi-casually, so I opted for a pair of black pants, a black tank, and a black button down shirt. I slipped into my shoes and went into the bathroom to put on my makeup. Skillfully I applied a light coat of foundation, a dusting of powder, some blush, a little eye makeup, and my lipstick. I stepped back and looked at myself. I didn't look artistic at all. Oh bother! Why am I even getting ready to go? I could just stay home and work around the house...then I heard those words again, "be strong and courageous."

I gathered my purse, keys, and phone and headed out the door. It was 9:30 a.m. I opened the garage door and slid into my car. As I cranked it up, I turned on the radio. A pastor was talking about courage...coincidental? I think not. Driving out of my driveway, I wondered what on earth I was doing. Mindlessly, I drove to the hospital, parked my car, and got out. All of a sudden I was overcome with panic. "Be strong and courageous," an almost audible voice whispered in my mind.

The up button on the elevator lit up a brilliant blue. As the doors slid open, two smiling women glanced my way. I returned the smile and stepped onto the elevator, as I reached inside the door to press number 3. The elevator was empty by the time I arrived at the third floor. I stepped off gingerly and took a deep breath. As I turned to go down the long hallway to the wellness center, I could feel my heart beating inside my chest...LUB, DUB, LUB, DUB, LUB, DUB..............
BE...STRONG...AND...COURAGEOUS...

The door to the wellness center was heavier than I thought. As I struggled against its weight, I finally managed to open it, inside were two women. The older of the two women looked at me. I told her my name and said I was there for the art therapy class. She explained that the class normally started at 10:00 a.m. but today, it wouldn't start until 10:30 a.m. I drew in a breath and told her I'd left my phone in my car and that I was going to go down and get it. Quickly, I left the room and hurried down the hallway back to the elevator.

When I reached my car, I wanted to just get in and leave but that would be the coward's way out...I had to do this. I'd been couped up in my house since surgery. It was time to do something! It was time to make some new friends! "Be strong and courageous...."

When I got back up to the wellness center, several other women had arrived. The art teacher introduced me to them and had us all sit down. "Today, we're going to learn about Paul Cezanne, the famous French artist." I looked around the room and saw women of various ages intently watching the PowerPoint presentation. I was the only one without both breasts.

After the presentation was over, the art therapist handed us each a sheet of watercolor paper. She pointed to the picture of Cezanne's "Three Pears" on the computer screen and said, "this is what we're going to paint today." The picture looked very simple...three pears lying on a dish in very muted shades of pale green. The women in the class exclaimed how easy it looked but the art therapist begged to differ.
Bonnie Annis' Three Pears

Each student sat with art supplies in front of her. I was thankful to be in the center of the room where I could see the instructor easily. I watched as she explained the techniques warning us to let the paint flow in the direction it wanted to go...to "just let the paint do it's thing." Since I'd never painted with watercolors before, I wanted to make sure I listened well to the instructor. I had been interested in learning watercolor painting but had never had the chance. Wasn't that just like God...to give me one of my heart's desires for being obedient to His command to be brave and courageous? I smiled to myself and wondered if He was smiling too.

We worked for about an hour and a half on our paintings. The instructor said we'd done well. She asked us to put away our supplies and join her for an impromptu luncheon. She'd baked several quiches and some french bread. She'd brought some brie and crackers along with various types of olives. To complete the meal, she'd included a lovely bottle of Pinot Grigio and some French chocolates.

Sitting around the tables, we enjoyed our meal and some small talk. I was able to visit with several of the women and learn a little about each of them. As I stood to say my goodbyes, one of the women asked if I would be coming back next week...she said there was a writing class immediately after the art therapy session and she hoped I'd come.

Most people don't know that I am very shy. I have always tried to hide it. It was hard for me to step out of my comfort zone and go to the cancer wellness center today but I'm thankful I did. It felt good to be able to meet some new people. It felt good to be around women who understood what it felt like to have breast cancer. It felt good to be able to talk freely about surgeries, treatments, and medications but also just to know it was a safe place to open up about my feelings.

I'm thankful I listened to those words, "be strong and courageous," this morning as I got up out of bed. I do believe the Holy Spirit prompted me to step out in faith. Even though the art therapy class didn't require anything other than my willingness to go and participate, I know God had my best interests at heart. He knew I really wanted to go but was afraid of going. He knew I wanted to make new friends and He knew I would enjoy it once I got there an learned to open up a little. He knew it was where I needed to be. I am so glad He cares about me enough to speak to my heart. How often do we let fear rule our lives? If I hadn't been willing to be obedient, I would never have received the blessing God had in store for me today...I would have missed it.

There's a quotation I read once that says, "Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free." ~ Jim Morrison. Satan uses fear to hold us captive but in the Bible, it says, "for God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind." 2 Timothy 1:7. Why was I so afraid of going today? I think it was just a fear of the unknown and feeling insecure. Satan tried to keep me from going because he knew God wanted me to learn courage. Is there something you fear? Is there something God's been prompting you do to? Have you heard those little whisperings to be brave and courageous? It's okay to feel unsure of yourself in new situations or circumstances but don't let fear hold you captive. God wants us to live and walk in freedom.

One last quote I want to share with you. It's from the book, Winnie the Pooh by A.A. Milne and in the story, Winnie the Pooh, the wonderful, loveable, teddy bear is talking with his best friend, Piglet, a cute little pink pig...this is what he says - “... there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.” I hope you'll hold onto that thought. I know I sure will!


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