I want to be brave. I want to have the courage to stand up for what is right. I want to risk, for someone I love.
I want to look fear in the face, and forge forward.
I, soooo, want to be brave.
I’m working on it. That bravery thing. I’m learning to set boundaries in my heart, in my mind, and in my life. Boundaries that give me peace of mind, freedom, and strength.
I’m learning to pick my battles. To fight for what’s important, to sift away, what is not.
I’m learning to trust God more. Even when I don’t understand. I cling to Him with every inch of my being.
Sometimes, God has to be brave FOR me. In those moments, I feel like a little child. But I also feel so safe… tucked away in His mighty hands. Knowing He has it all safely in His hands, and that He will gently place me on the other side of the “unsafe.”
And I learn. I learn from Him, how to be braver. Wiser. More discerning. More loving. And more humble. Because I never can feel too safe, too secure, or too wise – that the ground beneath my feet, might not crack, and shift.
I want to be brave. I’m striving to be brave. And hoping that today, I’m braver than I was yesterday.
Maybe in my wake, others will learn to be a little braver too.