One day I got a message from one of my favorite people. In the message she said, "oh beautiful girl, you are so brave!" Because she’s one of my "giants" (will go more into this at some point), I took her words to heart. I'm not sure I've ever received such a huge compliment and immediately burst into tears, full on ugly crying. You have to understand, this woman is someone who has a direct line to God, like one of those people that's like, "hey God" and God stops whatever He's doing and is like, "I'm here, what's going on?" Jesus on the main line type of connection, for real, OK?!
As I sat in my tears and feelings, it occurred to me brave is not a word I had ever been called before, nor is it a word I would typically use to describe myself. I've certainly never thought of myself as brave. So, of course, I went and Googled the word brave.
The definition of brave is showing courage; ready to face and endure danger or pain.
This got me thinking, I honestly don’t know that I’ve ever “been ready” to face danger or pain. What I do know is, I’ve gotten up every single day and done the best I could. Some days my best was just simply getting out of bed, that's it, and for that day, that was my best and it was enough. Other days, my best was accomplishing everything on my to do list and then some and that was also enough. Then, I had days that fell somewhere in between.
See, being brave doesn’t look like one specific package or plan. Being brave is just getting back up after you’ve fallen. And some times we will fall over and over again, but guess what every time we fall, we have to get back up again and again and again, as many times as it takes. Being brave is pushing yourself further than you think you can go. Being brave is standing and facing circumstances you never imagined and sometimes never asked for and making it through.
May we all be brave today...and every day after that.