Every day requires it’s own brave. Just like you can’t take yesterday’s strength and borrow it for today, you can’t be brave for tomorrow either. Sometimes if we pick up our heads and look around though, we can borrow a little bit of someone else’s brave and make it our own.
Here are a few stories of how my brave doesn’t look like it used to and how all the brave I could muster up from the past slipped through my fingers, forcing me to surrender and uncover a more quiet and hopeful brave.
I hope maybe if your short on your own brave, you can borrow some, pick your head up and know you are so valued and can definitely take the next step.
// brave enough