A lot of people think of bravery in terms of combat or mountain climbing or running into a burning building to rescue someone. And no doubt it takes bravery to do those things. But I think most of us don’t give ourselves enough credit for the small moments every day in which we overcome our fear. I know I’ve read—and agree—that bravery is not a lack of fear but rather is feeling fear but acting anyway. Being bold to me means being a little extra-brave. It would be brave, for example, to pray in front of an abortion clinic. It would be bold to offer to pray with someone who was on her way inside.
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