A voice of an angel, dressed in a style of her own - blue leopard hat, black and white polka dot skirt, hot pink leggings, and with a special OK from mom; dangling earrings...my 8 year old niece, Hailey, helped me see that I am brave. At her recital, she sang this song, "Brave." Her words declaring truth...all the while walking through fears of her own. But there she stood, encouraging others.... Hailey is brave.
Her song and integrity stuck with me. I thought about how scary it is to be brave, how brave so many of my clients, friends and family members have been to face their truth, their past, to be open to where spirit guides them next, to overcome what seems impossible. I then realized how Hailey, and my clients...friends and family too, need ME to be brave...AM I BRAVE? I'm not brave...then I cried my eyes out and said..."I get it God, you NEED me to be brave." I have to start seeing it so I can believe in it...I need to believe in me.
So, I asked God how I'm brave. This is what came to me:
I am Brave...
Because I decided to stay "here" after my car accident. No matter what psychotic labels were placed on who I Once knew was Amy: Traumatic brain injury, post traumatic stress disorder, depression, suicidal tendencies, I stayed here - when it would be so easy to go.
Because as a school counselor I challenged those who hurt children, even when they threatened to hurt me.
Because I am choosing to live in love rather than choosing tempting Escaping behaviors.
Because I gave up my promising career - to be an Entrepreneur and follow where I felt guided to go, no matter what anyone else said.
Because I choose to face judgement, criticism & testing; even among believers, friends and family everyday so that I can help others connect in spirit and find their truth.
Because I choose to walk in love THROUGH FEAR of being loved.
Because I choose to walk in faith and love through fears of having, or not having, a child at "my age."
Because of people (many reading this) who believe in me.
I thought I was weak:
Because I was once filled with labels and was suicidal.
Because I was intimidated by people who were mean or threatened others.
Because I tried to "drink" stress away.
Because what if they're right and I'm wrong...and I fail to "succeed" in my career.
Because I am hurt when I'm judged negatively by others.
Because I might not have a baby in this lifetime.
Because I feel like I can't live up to the expectations of how people who believe in me see me.
I can be brave:
Because my strength is in prayer, in God's unconditional love and guidance. I wake up and go to sleep with prayers of gratitude and excitement for the blessings to come...and pray many times in between.
Because I choose to seek truth.
Because I live in love.
Because I allow the compliments of loved ones to settle in my heart as blessings.
Because I rest in faith and hope.
Because I face my fears, so that I can release and overcome them.
I am BRAVE.
I know most of my you, my readers, and see how brave you are...much braver than me. I ask you to do this...look at how you ARE brave.
How are YOU Brave?