The crescent moon reappeared after a week of enormous full one. Its beauty is subtle, causing the eye to be discriminant towards the heavens, the evidence of cycle, of God in a quiet and sure way.
If courage had an expression I wonder what it would be.
If someone had the inability to hide their thoughts from their facial expressions.
What would the face of courage reveal?
Would courage look like tragedy, would the countenance of courage be downward glances, forlorn faces or broken distressed mouths formed in a grimace to convey the pain that courage represents?
Would it be like the joy of a love for another that’s met in an equal exchange or like the glee of a surprise causing a wide and spontaneous smile.
Not that way, I don’t think the expression of courage would show in that way.
Courage has a countenance more solid, more settled, more internal.
Steady, a secret formula.
Courage keeps a record of profit and loss and has tallied up the cost.
The value is underneath the layers, immeasurably personal and for the most part.
Courage is secretive.
Is a secret.
I sat on the pew marked for friends of the deceased. Family on the right side and us on the left, we were a sparse group.
Five of us spoke. The summation?
Each of us in our individual ways remembered this individual as courageous.
If courage had words to share, I wonder what it would say.
Not very much, I’ve decided.
Courage is just that way.
Not a braggart or an instructor.
Courage is more.
Courage is a quiet conqueror who given the chance will tell of the agony, the distress that brought them to bravery.
Give its testimony.
Otherwise, courage stays quiet.
Stays quiet as a way to cherish and guard this inner resolve and immeasurable source.
Courage is the evidence that we know and believe in God’s love.
“Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword? As it is written, “For your sake we are being killed all the day long; we are regarded as sheep to be slaughtered.” No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us.”
Romans 8:35-37 ESV
The cost of courage?
Impossible accounting, irreplaceable, its value and the places from whence it comes.
Individual trials, personal triumphs.
Continue and believe.
I’m linking up with others, prompted by the word “cost”.
Join us here: Five Minute Friday
3 thoughts on “Take Courage”
The cost of courage… profound post. xo
I like this, courage personified. Interesting and thought provoking.
Wish I could say I’m brave; I’m not. I’m just in a place of no choices.
Please do not look for courage here,
for I am scared to death.
I find my bravery in beer,
for I have nothing left.
Cancer’s got me by the throat,
and it’s hard to bloody breathe,
much less (“So valiant!”) to emote
as I nobly take thy leave.
‘Twas better to have died in war,
gone out and not come back.
Pancreatic cancer is a bore,
with its attritional attack.
I’m just here, and I’m just stuck,
out of time, and out of luck.
#1 at FMF this week.