Thursday, February 10, 2011

Brave, Together.

That's right, girls, we're taking this International. Because our bravery knows no bounds.

I have adored hearing from those of you who are excited about this day. There is nothing better than knowing for sure that my heart is shared by so many of you. You get it.

So, I'm not going to crowd this up with a lot of my words.

This is a day for breathing room and quiet spaces.

It's also a day for wide smiles and calm souls.

I say this without a shred of insincerity - I believe Big things are about to happen tomorrow. (If you want proof, read this.)

I may even put on a little make-up, just to be prepared.

In case you wondered, I am being brave about a couple of things right now:
  • I am not even 20,000 words into writing a book that keeps me up at night. I've miles to go. I'm a little noivous.
  • I am very intentionally loving a little boy into my heart. No, that's not right. He's already there. I'm loving myself into his. And it's really hard, sometimes, but we're getting there. Also, God never promised me that His plan for me would be effortless. I think He likes to watch us muster up some Brave, though He probably tends to call it Faith.
Enough about me. Go find your girl. Trust that nothing is accidental. Reach out to her. Or, at least, reach out for her. Reach back.

I'll be praying for the whole collective - for my little neighborhood of friends who meets me here regularly, for reasons I don't completely understand.

For those of you who are so inclined, feel free to leave a word of encouragement in the comments below. Leave a verse or a line. Tell a joke. Pat us on the back. Send hugs and virtual chocolate. Maybe even a little salsa would be nice, but that's just me.

This is a brave place, this post. It'll be here today, and it'll be here when we need it next week, or maybe even in 2015. (Who knows?!)

I know some things for sure. I can feel 'em in my bones, and especially in my rickety left knee:

We are strong beneath our burdens.

We are beauty standing in a field of slumber.

Arms raised, we are whole.

Heads bowed, we are whole.

We're in this together - the whole lot of us.

You are not alone.

You are not alone.

We're here, cheering you on.

You're brave.

You have been made to be brave.