Brave

The little one cuts her finger and we whisper it in her ear.

The older one breaks his heart and we speak it slow. It seems wise and true to say, “be brave.” We say, the balm for the soul. Only we forget.  We forget buried in this brave is the promise that we are born with all we need.

We grow older and try harder and tire easier.  We don’t give up quicker but we give in smarter. We realize brave is not born until we are born again.

We must learn in the gift of Jesus rests the choice to surrender. We stop striving for more and find contentment in our less. Less leaves room.  Less refracts focus.   Less allows more.

It is the drawing down of the heavenly instead of the drawing up of ability. It is not so much reaching up but reaching in.

A wellspring of wisdom, a treasure of brave.  We end, He begins.  We stop, He moves.  We lay down, He picks up.  We cast, He carries.

Be still, He will be brave.

“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.”

Joshua 1:9