You have permission to be brave, she said while she watched my tears fall heavy and sore. You have permission to be brave, she said while she held my stiff, sad body. You have permission to be brave, she said while she cried along with me. You have permission to be brave, she said while we shared our deep, hidden struggles.
And without any words, she gave me permission to be brave. Because sometimes, brave means opening your heart. And sometimes, brave means being vulnerable. Brave often means breaking down in weakness and seeking comfort in His Truth
And letting her lead you back to Courage and Hope.
Sometimes, brave means handing her some of the burden. And brave always means casting these feelings, heartaches, trials, and struggles on God. Oh to be brave my small heart beats! O to be brave, my soul crumbles!
You are brave, she said while she led me back to Truth. You are brave, she said while she told me about fearlessness. You are brave, she said while she watched me resolve my heart in God again. You are brave, not because of you, but because you have God.
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I see her walking alone. Her head drooped low. Her back is laden down with a hundred burdens. We are walking the same way, but our footsteps are spread apart. I feel the sunshine on my face–a time of joy for me. But her hair is wet with sorrow–a time of pain for her.
My footsteps slow. I know that our proximity is no mistake. I approach her slowly, the trail of tears making heavy indentation on the ground. I could remember a time I felt the same.
My mind is transported to the darkness that was—after many years–overcome by light. I gather the stinging, yet hopeful memories to my heart and stand beside her with a gift of companionship. I am ready to offer.
She looks at me with hollow eyes, and yet the depth of tragedy is deep. But I have hope and I know hope is in her. It just needs a way out. I reach for her hand and she doesn’t reject me. It is cold with stiff pain. I can remember the feeling. Continue reading “The Girl with the Hollow Eyes”
There is this legend in society about the strong girl who smiles for everyone else, but is breaking inside. It’s adhered as the kind of girl you would want to be….strong for everyone else, broken inside, but so brave for living on.
This is downright ridiculous. I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be the girl that is brave on the outside, but breaking on the inside. I don’t want to be the girl with fake smiles for the world and only tears leftover. I don’t want to be this legendary girl that is so strong that she’s breaking!
We’ve made hiding behind fake smiles a brave thing to do, but it’s actually not. It’s destructive, and it’s not worth it. It is not your job to be strong for everyone else. It is not your place to be the girl who never breaks down. Continue reading “It’s OK to Break Down”