Let the more loving one be me.
The first to say hi. The first to say sorry. The first to ask for forgiveness. The first to smile. The first to sit quietly with. The first to acknowledge I don’t know the answers. The first to notice. The first to reach out after a long period of silence. The first to laugh. The first to hold back tears and let them roll if necessary. The first to love.
I feel sick.
That’s what courage feels like.
But it feels so uncomfortable.
That’s what brave feels like.
But do you feel alive?
Embracing the brave and afraid
Not allowing the pull into fear to win
over but standing between and looking ahead at the hope
of an aliveness that frees and allows all of your worth to be set out before the valiant seas
Courage is our call in life
for it brings us out of harm and strife with a sense of gentleness and compassion for others
Courage is the tip of the berg and under the water is the rooted wilderness of vulnerability
Ability to stand in the risk, uncertainty and exposure of emotions
Ability to stand tall and know yet still your worth is secure
and even if I disappoint, even if I fail, even if I am marred and kicked, I can stand up again and say
I was in the arena–
Are you there God? 