I have spent most of my life in the shadow of the Cowardly Lion of “Wizard of Oz” fame. He was afraid of everything. He spent most of the movie working himself into a state of anxiety over all the things that could go wrong.
I get him. This is my “me too.”
Yesterday, I got a call that a family wanted me to come to the hospital to pray. The hospital is in Cleveland—somewhere I’d never been before—and the sky was threatening to dump a deluge of hurricane proportions. In my heart I was ready to run out the door, but in my mind I was seeing all the things that could go wrong.
I asked a few trusted friends to pray for me, keyed the location into my phone, and with fear and trembling walked out the door.
I don’t consider myself brave. I have to draw on other resources: God, the prayers of friends, the encouragement of my husband to do the things I would otherwise shrink back from.
Courage is not the absence of fear. According to Dorothy Bernard: “Courage is fear that has said its prayers.”
Many times in the movie, when the Lion wanted to run, his friends would lock arms and walk beside him into the fearfulness of the moment. God promises to never leave us or forsake us (see Hebrews 13:5ff). So there’s One who is always on our side, and at our side.
But don’t discount the friends who either by their presence or encouraging words will go with us as well.
When the situation calls for bravery you cannot muster on your own, who will you call on to help get you through?
And by the way, the hospital visit was great! There were only occasional droplets of rain. I found the hospital with no problem (parking was a little trickier, but accomplished). The family was a joy to be with. And I came home blessed and encouraged.
Pot of Manna 
Thanks, Tina, I need that today. And every day.
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