Several years ago, the Accountant and I visited Iguazú in Argentina. I was surrounded by the roaring waters , and I cried as the streams of water struck the rocks. Life was simple and beautiful. The world made sense and none of my fears seemed to bother me. God lived and I felt like I had come home wrapped in a warm blanket of love. I wanted to stay right there in that perfect moment. I felt brave, confident and complete.
There are times that I do not feel brave and confident. Times where I let the tasks of life overwhelm me. For my next challenge, I’m going to be brave. 13 days of doing one brave thing every day. It may be little brave thing or it may be a big brave thing. I’m sure I’ll feel some fear along the way, but the goal is just to do it.
“I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers the fear”.