A fire in my belly to keep on.
Though I notice fear's haunting laughter as my neck tightens, I find there is no other choice.
Brave, I trust there is purpose in all.
Having sensed it from as far back as I can remember, and mostly never really thinking about it, I have an innate belief that nothing is wasted.
I've seen beauty grow out of the darkest moments of my life.
I've stood in awe at how purpose has blossomed.
And so, Brave finds me without my searching.
He gives me that bravery. Solid and secure in His arms, I know it is a gift only He can provide.
It's this provision that means more to me than anything.
It's nourishment, this bravery. My daily bread.
"Write for five, short, bold beautiful minutes...
Unscripted and unedited...
Without worrying if it's just right or not."