joy in "doing it scared", with "chutzpah"!

Rachel received a comforting word from her cousin, a fan of Joyce Meyer, to "do it scared." We both agreed it was helpful. She and I can't pretend we're not scared. She is her mother's daughter. She is flying across the Atlantic to London on a jet plane. In the age of terrorism. Yes, she is being met by her aunt and uncle, whom she hasn't seen for seven years, and she will visit the area around Windsor castle for the day. Not bad for a 12 hour stopover at Heathrow. Then she will fly across the Mediterranean and North Africa, in the night, but be met by her now Africa-seasoned sister Sarah and dear missionary friends at Entebbe. Not bad for an arrival in former war torn Uganda. Of course first she will have to buy a visa from a possibly grumpy or suspicious customs officer, and have her baggage, full of gifts to Ugandan and missionary friends and packets of Kraft dinner for Sarah, inspected. They might think she wants to sell stuff and try to charge her duty. Enough to be scared about travelling alone at 17 after a sheltered teenage life in small town Ontario. Forget her adventurous childhood killing snakes in the yard in Uganda, spending every moment she could pretending she was African instead of learning boring phonics with Mum in the "school" room off the garage. Gutsy helps. Joyce Meyer knows that. Not that I know much about her. God's guts are enough for me. But chutzpah helps. You and I know the Holy Spirit will be there for her in her moments of need. And we know that she belongs to her Saviour, and her life is in His hands. But she is scared, and so am I. It really is enough to "do it scared". We will pray for protection, peace, and "chutzpah"!