I have a friend who heads into surgery this morning. When she wakes up, her life will be forever different. She got the diagnosis that no woman wants and although she would have never chosen it, her path heads a direction she did not plan for, hope for or want.
In the midst of this thing that, if she let it, could swallow her up, I watch her instead encourage others and give her brave away. It is the sweetest grace. Watching her has given me courage. She has given her brave away and I will gladly take some of it. Sometimes the bravest thing we can do is muster up the brave we have, no matter how big or small it may be, and give it away. In the broken and hurting spaces we all walk through daily, there is never a light quite as bright as that of hope.
I am praying for my friend today. I am also praying for you. Whether your brave is really big today and you have lots to spare or you are pretty sure your brave is somewhere hiding with your keys – of which you can find neither – I pray you will stop and give some away to someone else. I promise if you keep your eyes open, there will be people in your day who could use a little bit of your brave.
Because sometimes the bravest thing we can do is give it to someone else.
Hebrews 6:19 We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure.