I have ruminated on this post for quite some time. I have often been told I was brave, but I have never, ever viewed myself as brave. So my question is, what do you consider brave?
Miriam Webster defines bravery as the quality or state of having or showing mental or moral strength to face danger, fear, or difficulty: the quality or state of being brave: COURAGE.
I feel guilty saying this (and I pray I don’t jinx myself), but my life right now, at this moment, is easier than it has ever been. That is not an exaggeration, it is a blessing from God. I have a nice place to live, a dependable car, a job I love, people who care about me, food on my table, and clean clothes. I am so thankful for all I have been blessed with, I am awed by it.
My life has not been an easy one, but with every trial, there is a testimony. I believe in the power of testimony, I believe my truths help others so they don’t have the same struggles I’ve had. I believe shared wisdom is shared wealth. Not a monetary wealth that can be gone in an instant but a wealth of spirit that money can’t provide.
I’ve never been monetarily wealthy, but I’ve walked along the French Rivera and through the streets of Rome and Barcelona. I’m not famous, but I’ve been on television. I’m not an author, but you are reading my work. I’m not lonely, but in the quiet times, I’m alone.
Just because you don’t have doesn’t mean you will never get. God places things in our path, people, opportunities, experiences, etc. for a reason or a season. If I choose to ignore the possibilities of what’s in front of me because of what is behind me, I stay rooted in fear. So then, am I brave for moving forward?
I wrote a poem about bravery for a local poetry night and I really struggled with sharing it. I felt as if I was opening a door screaming, “Poor me, look what I’ve been through.” That’s not it at all, it’s just me showing my scars and battle wounds, saying, “See, I’ve healed, you can, too.” The scars remind us where we’ve been, and are a testimony to our resilience, but they shouldn’t hold us back, so here’s me showing my scars.
Being Brave
I was told I was brave
When I was adopted at 4
I was told I was brave
for starting in a new school in a new town
I was told I was brave
telling an adult what happened
I was told I was brave
running away from it happening again
I was told I was brave
standing up for myself
I was told I was brave
standing in front of a judge
I was told I was brave
for art school instead of college
I was told I was brave
leaving a hospital a widow at 19
I was told I was brave
moving where no one knew me
I was told I was brave
leaving abusive relationships
again, again, and again
I was told I was brave
transferring jobs
I was told I was brave
marrying again
I was told I was brave
leaving everything behind
I was told I was brave
seeking help
I was told I was brave
going to therapy and sharing
I was told I was brave
marrying into the military
I was told I was brave
traveling alone to a strange country
I was told I was brave
teaching a class
I was told I was brave
volunteering my time
I was told I was brave
changing careers
I was told I was brave
writing
I was told I was brave
acting
I was told I was brave
leaving another hospital a widow at 55
I was told I was brave
handling it all with grace
I was told I was brave
dating again
I was told I was brave
standing on this stage
I was told I was brave
with purple hair
I was told I was brave
showing my scars
I was told I was brave
for so many things
I was told I was brave
Surviving
I was told I was brave
but I'm not
I was told I was brave
Sometimes being brave is just putting one foot in front of the other and moving forward. Everyone has troubled times. There is nothing special about me, other than I am a child of God, created to share love and be loved. What else do I need? Life is good. Be brave.
Thanks for reading.