When I am Brave in Death’s Shadow.


When was the last time you were brave? Not brave about what you do or what you believe, but brave about who you are?  Today, I need to speak bravely. My heart needs to hear what my mouth needs to speak so my legs will be strengthened on the journey because today that journey seems a little longer and more shadowy and fear is wanting to creep in through the smallest of cracks in my confidence. Maybe your heart needs to hear this too. Maybe my brave can be your brave today.

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

I am alive.

No. There is another word. One that reaches more deeply into the context of my heart and soul, one that says “there is more to you than oxygen and blood coursing through veins.”

He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul.
He leads me in paths of righteousness  for his name’s sake.

I thrive.

I am fully alive – fruitful in season and out of season, in bright and dark times, to be content in the now while continuing to look expectantly to the not yet.

I am not waiting for a day. I am not longing for a future. For I have found the place where life finds its true life. I am walking in the valley where death’s shadow lingers long, and I thrive here.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,  I will fear no evil,
for you are with me…

The shadow has been there from the beginning, from the moment mankind fell and the world became littered with sin, and death became as much of a reality as life. Words like kill, steal, and destroy joined our vocabulary – words Jesus himself used to describe the father of lies, the enemy, Satan.

If we live and breathe, we walk through this valley. There is no escaping it. There is no ignoring the shadows or willing them away. For every “Look how good God is” moment in our lives, there will be a “where is God in all this?” moment that will cause war to rage between our trust in Him and the doubt we feel.

The voice in those shadows speak – and this is what it says:

“God just simply doesn’t love you as much.” And if we listen, that voice affects us. It causes us to believe that we are not enough for God or that God is not enough for us. That either we need to prove our value to Him, or that He needs to prove His worth to us. That God is either too busy, or too forgetful, or simply self-serving. It fuels us with jealousy and envy – or guilt and remorse. It pushes us to build our own kingdoms or destroy the kingdoms of others – to become the ones who steal and kill and destroy others, or ourselves.

So how can there be any hope for us in the darkness of the valley?

In the same way I know the valley – and the shadow –  are real, I also know this:

Sovereign God is there – not too busy, not too forgetful, not too self-serving. He is there, in the midst of the war that rages, making everything purposeful. He is there, in the valley, making a way for us to not only live but live fully.

You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

In the same valley where deaths shadow lingers long, the ground becomes lush and green with the breaking of the dawn. Because the valley is also full of what is needed for life. The sun shatters the shadows and the ground becomes lush and green. As I allow my roots to grow in the cast of the shadow, so shall my arms stretch beyond the shadow to the sun. The roots nourish faith – faith that transforms “whys” into “thankful for’s,” faith that keeps me from wallowing in woundedness or marching in militance. Faith that gives me boldness to tell my story and mercy to tell the stories of others.

And faith yields hope – hope that allows God to make each moment in my life purposeful.


And that causes me to be brave. And to say, “I thrive.”

Today, I thrive. Today, I speak bravely.


What does your brave voice say today? Share it with me so I can be brave with you.

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About Ronne Rock

LIFE. LOVE. LEADERSHIP. AND A LITTLE #KITCHENTHERAPY. Ronne Rock’s heart finds its strongest beat where beauty and pain collide – because hope always finds us in the shattered places. There’s more than 30 years of marketing and communications experience in her bones, and she finds great joy in sharing leadership wisdom as a regular contributor to Orange Leaders and QARA. But more often than not these days, she's with the vulnerable in difficult places around the world, gathering stories that change stories. Find Ronne's words in "For You, Love" the prayer journal that invites you to respond, and in Everbloom, a collection of stories from the Redbud Writers Guild. She is currently writing, "Building Eden: Principles of a Grace-Filled Leadership that Restores and Redeems." 

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7 thoughts on “When I am Brave in Death’s Shadow.”

  1. Brave, Beautiful Sister! Today I say, “I will be healthy” I have an appointment with the nutritionist at 10:30 to find out about the pre-surgery diet. April 16, I will undergo bariatric gastric sleeve surgery. I Will be Healthy. For myself. For my husband. For my boys.

  2. My Brave…..
    Shadow Of Death! June 20th 2013,Brain Surgery removal 3.12 cm Menongioma Tumor.

    Ronne,your brave,is my brave;)) we are living proof…the Lord is our Shepherd,we shall not want.Everyday I tell myself,I’m Alive,I’m Alive,I Fear No Evil.Thank You For Reminding me,I Am Not Alone.
    God’s Girls Live❤️

  3. I’ve been diagnosed with stage 4 metastatic breast cancer that’s now in the bones, bone marrow, liver and lungs. I’m so blessed to have this opportunity to witness to God’s glory in all this. As long as I’m here, I can live to his glory, and the second this body takes its last breath, I’m in the presence of my God and Savior, so no matter what happens, I win. God blessed me many years ago with a strong faith, and for that and so many other things, I’m eternally grateful. Just as I’m so grateful, Ronnie, for your beautiful words. You are another blessing in my life, and I thank you. (I’m grateful to my friend, Debra Witter, for introducing me to your writing, too!)

    Have a blessed day!

    1. Oh Vickie, I am just a big weepy mess now. Yes to faith that can look literal death in the face and say “you really have no power here.” The shadows don’t mean much when we know how temporary they are. I am praying for you and wish I could meet you in person so I could give you the longest, most awkward hug ever. And then I’d go give Debra a hug too.

      (P.S., I walked this road with my mom. Her faith kept my faith alive.)

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