it's not brash or strong or resilient.
it's not the one i anticipated, or the one i would have chosen.
it's not fearless or determined or radiant.
i obsess over strength. weakness is something that terrifies me. wouldn't i want to be something gripping, something changing that would shake the world's foundations?
but this is a shaker, in His way. because this world is made of rock and ice. it's fearless or nothing. courage has been left roadside, ached to be forgotten.
because courage isn't fearless. courage is being afraid, and standing.
and i want to dig roots down deep into the soil at the foot of the Cross and wind this vine around the blood-stained wood.
because i'm seeking courage, and i'm seeking strong found only in Him.
courage is what it takes to stand up and speak;
courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen.
:: winston churchill ::
so 2012 will not be a year of squelched fears, but of eyes met and courage found in the sacred corner.
it will not be a year of silence, of bound tongues and captive hands, but of freedom and voice in the darkness.
it will be a year of new.
a one-worded year of Light, of sacred touch and inhaling glory from lungs to tongue-tip and back again.
2012, a year of brave.
to live is the rarest thing. most people just exist, that’s all.
// oscar wilde //