Today I was brave, at least in my mind. I got up, and I got busy. I truly didn't want to. I wanted to sit here, and be mad at the world because things didn't go the way I planned-AT ALL. It seems like, this week, everything I touched, I screwed it up just a little(or a lot). I don't like that my mouth speaks before my mind can process things. I do not like that I am super emotional, or that the little things seem to get to me. But God made me, and He doesn't make mistakes. He has a purpose for each and every moment of my life, no matter how much I fight it.
So I got up.
I made the coffee.
I did the stuff.
I went to church.
And I came home, and cried like a baby.
I don't know why emotions overwhelm to the point of tears. I do know that I am too hard on myself, and I don't know how to stop doing that. I rise, and I fall.  I get up tomorrow, and I do it all again.
So I guess today, bravery is the fact that I am sharing this.
These things that make me who I am.
The fact that no matter what, I still feel as if I have failed.
I know that there is victory.
In my life, it comes quietly, and unexpectedly.
I know that I have amazing people in my world.
I know that my heart hurts-every day.
I know that tears come, even when I fight them.
I know that God is with me, even when I doubt Him.
And I know that tomorrow, I will dig in, and rise above.
Be brave.

As you see in this pic, the road disappears. That's when faith kicks in, and bravery begins!