Courage (An Older Fiction Story I Wrote)

       Courage, in the face of adversity. Courage, when fear says to back down, says to run.....but I wouldn't, not this time; there was too much at stake. It would've been easy, but nothing would change (and it needed to change somehow). Our purpose is a mysterious thing, and I needed to fulfill mine, needed a life change, so I stood my ground and continued on.

       I knew it would come at a price, that I'd have to face alot. I also knew, however, that the price paid would be worth it, that life needed to change for growth. This is where I set out. I walked for what felt as years, through the mists, my footsteps the only visibility known for days on end. I climbed mountains, ones that terrified me and made me question myself. Capable was not a word in vocabulary then that would describe me, until I made way through these treacherous climbs. I forded rivers and rafted across lakes with what I could find. I never knew I was capable of such feats! Courage and conviction led me on though toward a destination I was truly surprised by.

      Courage spurred me on when I would've been terrified in days previous. Courage. Courage to step into the unknown. Courage to face insurmountable odds. Courage to attempt something I didn't think was possible. Courage that gave me a new sense of hope and enthusiasm. Wonder became my way through such bravery, and adventure called me to a new life through such audacious travels toward this better that awaited me. I simply knew I had to try something different, regardless of whether I knew how or not. It was this courage that kept me going in spite of fear to pursue what was both best and needed. In this mindset I made my way toward family. I walked through the long hardships and memories of times with a sibling I knew well and lost touch with or the years. Once one person, they were no longer that old version of themselves and I set off to find them, see for myself this change and simply see what would happen, what I'd discover.

         After the journey both perilous and exciting I arrived at a remote village where I was unprepared for what I was about to find. Here my long lost brother was found at last....though not how I expected. He was transformed from a life of empty existence to one of meaning, where he now sought to share hope and salvation for any who wanted the same. Here he was no longer served but serving (even in the most inconvenient places and ways to do so)! Upon meeting after the long absence it was evident how we both needed each other also. That day I found this same new life and I was new also. They all thought us crazy for this path we took, this new life we embraced wholeheartedly, where we choose to be missionaries for Jesus; but what is right never shown this clear before.....I just needed to have the courage to fulfill this calling in life.

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