Such a difficult word to wrap my head around. Not just a description, but a testimony to character, a verb sinking deep into being and bursting through skin…unplanned. It doesn’t recognize itself in the mirror.
Is it something one can prepare for or is it earned through the battles and scars of life?
Daddy’s little girl, whispering final good-byes, waiting and wondering if the man who held her and twirled her through the air will be able to talk to her when she visits his resting place deep in the dirt.
The young son, declared a man by a number, standing stern and strong with troops as the enemy descends, trying to ignore the shaking in his knees and the pounding of his heart straight through his chest.
A mother, stroking the head of her child as he lay waiting…waiting for doctors to make it all better, when she knows better may never come.
Or is it the one bitterly hurt who chooses to freely forgive and believe in tomorrow and the gift forgiveness will sprinkle through the heart?
Or the parent relentlessly embracing the child once pure and tender, now despised and filled with anger?
Or the husband pressing on to provide for his family when the world beats him down to useless?
Or a man, flesh and blood, taking on the sins of all mankind, bearing the kind of pain our hearts can never understand but desperately need to cling to just so we can find brave and tuck it into our hearts when the world tells us we aren’t enough, we don’t matter.
A living testimony…brave
A willing sacrifice…brave
A Savior….the bravest of the brave.
Minute Friday with Lisa Jo Baker, where today, we write about “Brave.”
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