Brave is not just bold and blue nails with flowers on the thumbs. Or climbing a cargo net when you’re old enough for a social security net. It’s not just leaping tethered off a platform.
Brave slips through circumstances as slick as melted butter. It treads the waters of trials and doesn’t drown.
It forgets the past, presses in and presses on.
It banishes the bitter and sinks into the present to suck the sweet of every moment.
It embraces life single or married or widowed. Childfree or childless. As a parent or grandparent.
Brave is a mother bear doing battle for her babies. It’s an empty womb that doesn’t become a tomb.
It’s a neverending mountain of laundry and dishes and dusting–done.
Brave leans on others when afraid, holds a hand when there are no words.
It does not fear silence or solitude.
It leaps into the unknown. But sometimes it tiptoes.
It knows when to hang on and when to let go.
Brave always picks itself back up.
And never gives up.
“Be brave. Be strong. Don’t give up. Expect God to get here soon.”
~Psalm 31:24 (MSG)
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