I’ve never considered myself a brave person. I’m not one to bungee jump, and the best I’ve done on the ski slopes is the beginner’s run. (And with much trepidation at that!)
Stepping out and deciding to pursuing writing was one of my bravest steps. Writing about the deep pain and struggles in my life—in my fiction and non-fiction—has been the bravest.
Yet I’ve done other things that are brave. Here are a few:
- Adopting kids. John and I have adopted three kids in the last five years, and we’re in the process of adopting four more.
- Moving to Arkansas. We moved for a ministry position and found a new place to call home.
- Inviting my grandma to live with us. She’s lived primarily with our family since 1999. She’s a joy to have in our home.
But as a writer there are other brave things I do, too. These are small, daily choices:
- Putting aside my writing to take the kids on a nature walk, even though I have a pressing deadline.
- Babysitting my two young grandkids and playing with them in the backyard, even though I have a pressing deadline.
- Taking our kids to Disney on Ice, even though I have a pressing deadline.
- Spending a day at Magic Springs theme park, even though I have a pressing deadline.
As I write this, I’m five days away from that pressing deadline. (Prayers are appreciated!)
As I write this, I’m also considering what it means to be brave.
According to the Merriam-Webster dictionary, being brave means:
- having or showing courage
- making a fine show : colorful
- excellent, splendid “Brave.” Merriam-Webster.com. Merriam-Webster, n.d. Web. 12 May 2015.
There are times in life where God asks us to take big steps, and we’re brave when we follow. There are also times when we make little choices because deep down we realize what’s most important in life. That’s bravery, too.
I’m still going to press on and attempt to finish this novel by my deadline, but I’m also thankful for the times I’ve “stepped away.” It’s in the stepping away that I’m refreshed and encouraged. And I know that at the end of my life I don’t want to have regrets. While I love to write and I adore creating stories, I never want to do it at the sake of those I love.
Love, after all, is the bravest thing of all.
How about you? When have you been brave lately?