I learned the meaning of being brave many years ago when I spoke at the funerals of both of my parents, one year apart. Following soon after, I became the sole parent to my five children. I have never felt so void of courage, alone and afraid. My children and I were blessed along the way to meet a wonderful person who was to become our therapist and dear friend. When I would talk to her about not having the courage for one more day, she would remind me I had more than enough. I will never forget the hope she gave me in those words. I also learned a great lesson from the wise words of Robert Frost, “The only way out is through.” I learned that my greatest tools of ” going through,” were hope, faith, love and prayer.
May each one of us remember, ” we are braver than we think we are.”
Have a beautiful week!