Tonight brave was a cup of coffee at 5 PM so I could visit with my hubby as I got ready for a writers conference tomorrow. It felt brave at the time but now it’s 2 AM and I can’t sleep and it seems plain stupid.
So here goes my 5 minutes on BRAVE for The Gypsy Mama’s weekly fun with words carnival.
Brave isn’t doing what you know you can do it’s going through with the thing in spite of the reality staring you in the face.
- Mothers with empty wombs
- Mothers with full houses
Sure there is the tightrope-walk-over-Niagra-Falls variety but I can’t help but see the bravery of those who don’t want something in return except to love someone better, be someone better or survive something for the family they would leave. Even sometimes, learning to accept a circumstance for the hope it brings someone. Or find the gem in the ugliest circumstances.
I’ll tell you what brave is. When my dad learned he had Alzheimer’s at fifty seven and had to retire from thirty years at the fire department he assured me that it was better than him finding out one of us kids or grandkids died in a car accident.
Sheesh! And I vowed to myself last week that I’d write something cheerful and upbeat this week. I hope this isn’t a downer. I’m really proud of my dad and we just had a date last weekend. God has halted the progression of his Az for the time being and His word promises that he will be healed. On earth or in heaven. One way or another, he is the bravest person I know.