As I sit down and go to write this, I am fighting back tears of joy. I am completely overwhelmed with this elated joy of the fact that I have the opportunity to go to the place of rolling green hills for the sake of Jesus.
Although I am plenty sure that there is much more that I will learn to embrace as I grow older (and farther into my 20s) but in the two years of my 20s I have learned the fine art of embracing various aspects of my life and you should too!
Saturday's are usually my typical posting day. I sit down Saturday morning with my computer and coffee and I write. I just write. The words usually flow freely from my fingers onto a digital paper. But what happens when I don't. I have to say that personally giving myself grace through the challenge is the most difficult part of this. Telling myself as a constant reminder that I will fail and I will mess up is something that I have needed to do almost on the daily.
Now what about challenges 4-5?
Week 3. I find myself needing lots of help lately. I know I can't do everything and I am slowly learning that I can't learn everything. As much as I try, my brain cannot hold onto so much information.
I am still trying to learn coding, expand my skills and see as much of this world as I can. But in reality I can't do it all. I know I can't. Coming to that conclusion is a humbling reality check for myself and my busy life.
With that, brings me to my time of bravery. Asking for help.
Ego check and a slice of humble pie for 1, please.
At a traditional Jewish wedding, after the vows are said and rings are exchanged, the groom is handed a piece of glass (usually a wine glass) wrapped in a cloth and he sets it on the floor and steps on it, shattering the contents into hundreds of pieces. The whole idea behind this tradition is not being able to undo what has been done.
Sometimes we feel like that shattered glass. We feel broken into hundreds of pieces that are scattered and near impossible to put back together. These pieces are broken. Stepped on. Smashed. Ugly. Our past breaks us. Our current situation maybe chipping away at us making those shards of glass even more fragmented.
I realized that bravery comes in all shapes and sizes. The idea of bravery is one of action, power and doing something. But what if bravery is an act of not doing anything?
Not acting upon harsh words said to you...that takes power, bravery, courage, and self control. This idea of inaction was one I took up for week 1 of my #52doubledogdare challenge for myself. The one that was sent to me was challenging me to take a drive, just go. But instead for me, it was a mixture of taking a drive and not doing anything.