I’ve asked her to write on courage as she is away currently working with children and families in an emergency abroad and one of the most courageous young women I know. Her full name is Karina Chicote, she is in her late 20’s, she is married and currently doesn’t have any kids. She is a woman who believe passionately that we can make a difference on this earth.
All my love
Courage to me, is whatever it needs to be at the time…
I started the year of 2012 off as I always do, reflecting on the year that was and penning my dreams for the year to come. Amongst the many goals I dreamt, one stood out; ‘pursue my passion for social justice’. I didn’t know what that would look like. I didn’t know what that would mean. I just knew that it was the thing that caught my attention when I flicked on the news, the thing that I could talk for hours about to whoever would listen, the thing that engaged my heart and my talent.
Four months later I was sitting next to my husband on a plane to London, to work for a global campaign on child survival. Six months later I stood again on the coastline of Australia, so thankful to be home. Five weeks passed, and again I found myself on a plane, this time to work with children and families in emergency situations abroad. This is my story of courage.
Let me tell you the story of courage, of my good friend.
She lives in a small town, 3 hours from Perth. She is a Wife, Mum and Youth Pastor. Her passion is for her Church to show love to her local community.
In the early hours of a morning she received a text from a boy that was in their youth ministry, though she hadn’t seen him for some time. She text me the next morning, “So a kid texts you in the middle of the night asking if he can stay with you because he is literally walking the streets. He is addicted to Meth and was beaten up last week. What do you do?” A few text messages went back and forth, and I resigned to a “no”. Her reply was, “well I did”.
Months went by with this boy living in their spare room. Highs and lows, laughter and tears. Today he is in a rehabilitation program, on his way to healthy and whole!
Courage, it’s whatever it needs to be at the time. For me, I needed courage to leave my family, invest financially, travel to dangerous places. For my friend it meant opening up her home to the unknown, loving someone through highs and lows, and investing in someones life financially, emotionally and spiritually. Our stories are different, but both equally courageous.
In 2013, I encourage you, ask yourself what your passionate about no matter how big or small, and let courage be what it needs to be for you. Don’t look to the left or the right, but staight ahead, and be courageous.