Doing it Anyway
Last Sunday morning, our pastor shared something cool: the difference between bravery and courage. Bravery, he said, is more like a character trait—it’s when risk just doesn’t rattle you all that much. Courage, though? Courage is when you do feel the fear… and you move forward anyway.
It resonated. Especially right now.
We’re planning a move to South Africa in January 2026. We’ve said yes. We’ve made decisions. We’re taking steps. And if I’m honest with you, I’m scared.
Not scared for my life. That’s not really where the fear hits me, and honestly, when people try to project that kind of fear onto us, it doesn’t land. I’m talking about the quieter fears. The ones that sneak up in the honest moments. I’m scared I won’t like it. I’m scared I’ll miss out on what’s happening here. I’m scared I’ll regret the sacrifices I have to make - that they won’t be worth it, I’m scared I’ll go and there will be a move of Go and somehow… I still won’t feel it. I’m scared I didn’t hear Him right. I’m scared it’s irresponsible.
And yet, this feels like one of those moments in life where what I do matters.
I’ve had seasons like that before - I refer to them as seasons of consequence. Sections of my life where: How I showed up, what risks I took, and what decisions I made, and even how things out of my control played out ended up shaping the course of my life in significant ways. I wasn’t just along for the ride, I was choosing direction.
I did all the stuff - I prayed, sought wisdom, prayed again. Checked and double-checked to see if I was in step with the Father. Sometimes I felt confident. Sometimes I didn’t. But in every case, I had to show up.
Some of those seasons went my way. Some didn’t. But I’ve never regretted when I chose to be the kind of man I’d respect the morning after the dust settled. Right or wrong, win or lose.
This feels like another one of those seasons.
In full transparency I wish I had one of those wild testimonies. You know the kind …God gives someone a vision, a word, ten confirmations, a billboard, and they’re clearly ‘out of their body’ and they see Jesus face to face and He says, “Yeah, you should go.” It’s not accurate to say I’m battling disbelief, but I am longing for clarity. I keep praying, “Hey God, if you are speaking—could do me a favor and YELL?”
But so far that’s not the case, so I am presented with a powerful opportunity - I get to choose to move forward anyway.
Here’s the thing: We’re going.
I sense I’m wrestling with fear more than Whit is, but this is a team decision that has been made. This is us choosing courage. We’re tying up loose ends. We’re having the hard conversations. We’re breaking overwhelming tasks into small steps and taking those steps.
Because that man I was talking about before, the one I’ll be seeing in the mirror when the dust settles, I already know for a fact that he’d rather jump and be wrong than stay still and be wrong.
That version of me that aspire to, he's a jumper - and He knows God is worth the risk
Maybe God is just teaching me what it feels like to be one of the sent ones I'm called to serve.
But no matter what He's dong in me, I don't have to wonder if He's worth all of this ...He is!
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