~week one~day 5~
Last summer, our whole family visited my brother in Dominican Republic. Going somewhere new is brave. Traveling with your whole family is brave (but we love it!). Adventure and nature make you brave. I have some great stories of bravery from our summer trip.
My favorite story of bravery was my sister in law up on the mountains zip-lining. I had no idea she hated heights. She didn’t look scared at all. She geared up to go with the GoPro cam strapped to her helmet. I would have never known she was scared until I heard her whispering her bravery mantra to herself between taking deeps breaths. “I can do this. Yes, I can do this.” And then she jumped off the ledge. Flying across the line. 13 times. Fear was behind her.
Another great story of bravery was my 81 year old grandma walking the ramp to the wood ledge over the deep spring. About 10-12 feet above the water, she listened to us cheer her on and jumped! The cool water meet her and she came up for air smiling ear to ear. No doubt she jumped, in part, to keep alive the adventure my late grandpa was well known for.
We saw other kinds of bravery. In the slums of Santa Domingo, we visited a family whose kids were sponsored by Compassion International. About eight people and a few pets lived in a tiny metal semi-permanent structure built over the city’s sewer system. I think of the mom as brave. She was brave because she was navigating her faith around her husband who reminded me of the old Temptations song – – Papa Was A Rollin Stone. She faithfully brought her kids to the Compassion school. She let strangers in to see her circumstances if only for an opportunity to share her story. She let us pray for her mainly because when the needs are too great to meet, you have no option except to bring it to God.
I think we’re made to be brave. I think fear is meant to be conquered. I think we have it in us to tell ourselves to be brave. To jump off ledges into air or water. Whether we are 8 or 80.