Courage is a way of life
It's not a single choice. You have to choose it again.
Earlier this week, I talked about riding a scary canoe to get to a Guatemalan village. Well, that was step one. We had to ride the scary canoe to get to the terrifying truck. That was step two.
The truck was utterly terrifying. W when you climbed into it, the whole bed tilted back and forth. The bed had railing all the way around, so we crammed as many people into it as we could and started driving.
Every bump, the bed rocked, and I was positive we would go over. I held on to the rail until my knuckles ached.
The canoe hadn’t done me in, but I was pretty sure the truck would. We bumped and bounced through the muddy tracks through a corn field for what felt like hours. And then, we reached the Kekchi village safe and sound—at least until we had to go back.
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Always Peachy Devotionals to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.