A Brave Story: Cody

on September 17, 2014 in #thatisbrave with 3 comments by

thatisbravesquared[Once a week, I am going to be sharing with you a brave story sent in from a reader. You can comment, respond, encourage. Want to submit your own story or a story of a brave friend of yours? Head to thatisbrave.com!]

This week’s #thatisbrave story comes from Cody. I love how she is finding brave in her people and how it is changing her! Amazing. Her words, and her name, are used with her permission.

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I’m typing this with mint green fingernails. I am a pink-polish girl, but today the girl next to me chose to paint her nails a glittery gray. She said she’d wanted to do it for months and was finally going to try it. I told her she was brave. And I meant it.

And then I traded in my bubble-gum pink for mint green. Because watching someone be brave makes me want to be brave too.

In Let’s All Be Brave, Annie Downs writes:

“But how to find them – the people who will stand with you and hold up your arms or cover your mouth when you should shut up…The people are easier to identify than you may realize – you just follow your path and look around, because the brave ones? They are the ones parallel to you. They are your people…You step toward the thing that scares you and you do it and then you look around. Those people standing beside you? They are brave too. They must be to be walking alongside you on the courageous path.” (pages 78-79)

Let me tell you something about the past six months. I have not felt brave or bold or courageous. In nail polish terms, I have felt the softest shade of pink in a world gone all neon and glitter.

But my friends? My people? They are the bravest. One loves people with boldness and fights furiously to see them live into what God has for them. One is brilliant and moving across the country to go to school. One opens her home and makes all feel welcome, invited, a part. One raises her children with intentionality that sees each of them as an individual – she is three different mothers all in one. One prays for the nations right here in our city. One lives every day with the gentlest kind of strength I have ever witnessed.

My people are brave. And they make me want to be brave too.

I have no illusions about their lives. They tremble with fear. They cry in frustration. They are tempted to quit. Sometimes they speak without thinking, and sometimes they are silent when they should speak. They are just living, as best they know how, with this great big God inside of them, and He is making Himself known in and through them.

It makes me smile when I see Him like that. And it makes me braver too.

I don’t want to live their lives. I want to live my own life with the same courage. I want to seek God with the same passion. I want to serve His people with the same joy. I want to love with everything inside of me and pray with every bit of faith He’ll grant. I don’t want to be them. I just want to be near them because they dare me to let God have His way.

Sometimes someone else’s glittery gray dares us toward our own mint green.

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If you have any encouragement for Cody- leave it in the comments below!

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3 comments

  1. Calleigh
    posted on Sep 17, 2014 at 8:59 AM  |  reply

    I LOVE THIS!! My people make me want to be brave as well, Cody. Thank you for sharing!

  2. MadiRose
    posted on Sep 17, 2014 at 9:57 AM  |  reply

    Beautiful story, Cody! Thanks for sharing. Now we can all learn off/glean from your wisdom!

  3. posted on Sep 17, 2014 at 10:51 PM  |  reply

    Awesome! Thank you for sharing!

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