How Sharing Brave Gives Us Wings

“If ever there is a tomorrow when we’re not together, there is something you must always remember:

You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.

~Winnie the Pooh

 

I stood in line at the post office, holding a small manila envelope. I had taken off my “Brave” bracelet and wrapped it up, writing her name and address in black ink. I just needed postage so it could find its way to her on the west coast.

She needed “brave” more than I did that week.

I mailed my “brave” to her that day.

I didn’t miss the bracelet at all, really. I had needed it a year earlier and the clasp was worn from constant wear. I smiled knowing that would show up in her mailbox. As I waited in line to mail it I hoped that just maybe when she saw the words spelled out there on her wrist she would claim BRAVE in the middle of her stormy season.

I was happy to give brave away. I knew it wasn’t really leaving me.

Brave was multiplying.

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Today I decided to get a new brave bracelet. My world has swirled and I’ve been called to walk on water.

Again.

It’s not an easy ask from Jesus.

So I looked for “brave” in every store we visited.

But brave was not an option in the jewelry case.

Wings were.

I put them on. I realized that I didn’t need a word this week. I needed wings.

Brave multiplies.

Rumor has it that my brave bracelet has been passed on to a sister who is battling cancer. Tears well up in my eyes as I think about that. About how brave travels between us when we are transparent. How brave multiplies when we share our stories and reach a hand out to say: “Please speak brave to me…I’m weak.”

We need each other.

We need to keep sending brave to each other.

The very act of giving away bravery gives us wings.

(I’m linking arms with Jennifer this week~ come over?)

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