Courage is a journey – maybe not for all – but, for me, it definitely was; is. Honestly, I am twenty-five years old now, and I have never really heard the word “courage” be used to describe me until only just a few months ago, and then it was a word I started hearing in such context often.
I have had to do a number of things in my lifetime that may have included just a bit of personal courage. It took courage to leave my abusive ex-boyfriend. It took courage to rejoin a church that so many people talked so badly about. It took courage to stop associating with the friends I had prior, for they still wanted me to take part in gross substance. It took courage to be a member missionary, solely based off the knowledge I had that the church was true and the incredible debt I felt I owed to my Father. Every time you feel like giving a copy of The Book of Mormon to someone, it takes courage to confront them about it; it takes courage to write your testimony within it. And now, it takes courage to do many of the things I take part in daily.
Courage, like everything, is a “line upon line” concept. You must do the little things before you can make the big jump. I used to be horribly terrified to speak in church or even in front of a class. My knees trembled, as well as did the knot in my throat. I tried to overcome that fear by doing it more often, and for a little girl, that took courage.
After moving to Utah several months ago, I prayed for direction, and was blessed with an opportunity. I became a Younique presenter, by which one of the first things I was asked to do was make a video of my “Why.” That took courage for me. I wanted to keep quiet. I did not want to tell people about what I had been experiencing, but those circumstances were a major contribution to my “Why.” I posted it for hundreds, even thousands of people to see.
Yes, I took the necessary steps to mount where I firmly stand today, but the last climb – the steepest climb – was by the grace of Christ. I knew what I was supposed to do. I knew I needed to write. I knew what I needed to write. But, knowing what you are supposed to do does not necessarily mean you want to do it. I have experienced that quite a bit, but never before with something so significant. So, just as any trouble of spirit, what is the action needed to overcome? Prayer!
What an intimidating complexity to know wholeheartedly that you were meant to inspire others. Not only inspire, but doing so by telling of the events you have lived through and triumphed over, and on such public forums. The only sensible choice I was left with was to pray – no, to plead – for the strength and courage to carry out the responsibility that lay before me. There were so many fears that were holding me back, and the simple, humble step taken to just ask for the help I needed most displaced them all.
So, once again, courage (at least for me) was and still is a journey. We all have something we can grow in; something that can become our strength. We need only first the will to do what is necessary to achieve it, and second, we need to pray. For, how can we grow into the most amazing Self possible if not reaching beyond and much above our own wisdom, or lack thereof?