That is a word that I chose to define my attitude about this year.
Graduation. NCLEX. Adulting. Moving.
As I approach the newest transition in my life, it is getting harder to be brave in the face of seemingly stormy and unknown skies.
Being brave isn’t always easy, pleasant or fun, but necessary.
It tries our patience and challenges our souls to trust.
A dear friend reminded me that it is time for hard and scary and holy things. Her words wrapped up all of my feelings about the next couple months. Hard. Scary. But still holy.
They will not be easy because God is asking for trust, patience, bravery, and growth as I lay my plans down, believing that He has got them.
Being brave comes not from being alone, but from having people around you saying, “You have got what it takes to be brave”.
Being brave means having hard conversations, but knowing that the communication will deepen your friendship.
Being brave shows up when you love someone through the messiness of life, knowing you can’t do anything but listen.
Being brave sprouts out of the desire to accept the love you deserve from the God who shamelessly purses your heart.
Being brave appears as you share bits of your story with people, striving to be known as a fearless Child of God.
In my striving to be brave, I succeeded graciously, and I failed miserably.
Sometimes, bravery looks like admitting that you were wrong and acknowledging that you have areas that need broken down and built anew.
Being brave means being willing to tear down the walls of fear, shame, guilt, and insecurity slowly shattering the hold they have. Only then can God build up walls of courage, grace, love, and confidence redeeming the broken aspects of my soul.
Being brave means acknowledging that there are many answers I will not have right now about my future, but trusting that God will reveal the next right step as I move forward in obedience.
Being brave starts as a choice each and every day-as I seek to more like the One who calmed the troubled waters in the middle of stormy seas.