I’m trying. Really, I am. This bravery thing, isn’t for the faint of heart. And lately? My heart is feeling pretty faint. I feel like that one lone bird standing on the rock closest to the wildly pounding ocean, with the tumultuous waves ready to smash her to smithereens if she doesn’t take flight.
I tell my Sweetboy that bravery is what you do even though you feel scared. I tell my Sweetgirl that mama’s can be brave, too, just by doing what they know in their hearts they are to do – not what the world tells them they should be doing.
And it all sounds so good.
Only, all of those words aren’t quite making it to my own heart lately. I feel on the cusp of a bravery. Glorious adventure and excitement await as soon as I will just commit to taking flight. But, if I don’t, and soon, I’ll be crushed by the waves of disappointment, expectation, and even circumstances.
I don’t want to be crushed.
There is no need for panic. No need for indecision.
I know how to unfurl my wings. I even know what flight plan to use.
It’s a matter of doing it. In trust. In trust that He will hold me steady and keep His firm grasp upon me when the winds shift.
I just need to practice Brave.
Then, I will be.
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