A boost of courage

A trip to the pediatrician's office making momma a little jealous.

I opened the mail today and read a note from the nurse at our pediatrician’s office saying she was proud of my son for his bravery and courage when he got his vaccinations a couple weeks ago. I have to say, I was a little surprised. Perhaps because all the screaming that echoed throughout the hallways of the office didn’t particularly communicate “bravery” to me, but also partially because I can’t say I have ever myself been congratulated for something like that. I sort of wish I could have a note in the mail acknowledging my knees are always trembling when I’m speaking in public, or celebrating that I used my deep breathing to calm my nauseated-roller-coaster-stomach when I was terrified to have a hard conversation and face conflict.

Wouldn’t that be glorious? To receive a handwritten note recognizing us for all our big and small brave acts in the world? A trophy would be nice too! (Just kidding - I’m a millennial but not THAT millennial.)

Perhaps if we’re really honest in our prayer time this evening, if we can turn off the self-hate tapes playing on repeat throughout our minds, we will hear the voice of God cheering us on.

Joshua 1:9

Be strong! Be fearless! Don’t be afraid and don’t be scared by your enemies, because the Lord your God is the one who marches with you. He won’t let you down, and he won’t abandon you.