Here's to my five minute Friday early Saturday morning.
Bravery. Such a odd word. Bravery, the art of being brave, means different things. It means waking every day knowing I will suppress depression. Hope differed makes the heart sick. Bravery is putting my quietly rarely defiant child in time out again for kicking me. Its keeping a straight face while I do it. Bravery is kissing my spouse before, during, and after an argument. It is remembering this moment in which I sit will never return to me. It is the choice I make to brave church without family's support. It is allowing my child to learn to trust God when I don't know if I can...