Alright, I have a bone to pick. And it’s with being “brave”. Hear me out, okay? 

I have some seriously amazing mentors, and one of them particularly tells me often “you are so brave!!” And I’m over here thinking “she’s crazy because I am in no way brave. I cry still, and have some crazy anxiety, and I am having the HARDEST time trusting God.” But it came to me, I’m brave because even in all this mess, I still choose to live and get up and LOVE. 
Being brave doesn’t mean you’re fighting every single battle head on with no fear; it means you’re fighting every single battle. Some how. Some way.
Short and sweet today, I wasn’t even going to post it. But I had a rough night and was reminded about this.

Go forth and be brave.

be blessed ❤

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