My grandpa Martin Thompson. We are all getting ready to say good bye to him even though good bye isn't forever. He has been my dearest friend and biggest supporter even as a small child. I worked beside him, he taught me how to love ranching, he has an addicting laugh. I am not ready for this. I don't think anyone ever is. I am not sure how to be brave.
My therapist and I talked about courage and how to feel it. It is still a confusing thing for me. I don't do things for courage, I do it out of expectation or obedience. But maybe they are similar and I haven't been able to make the connection. I am working on having Faith. Faith in all things. Maybe Faith is courage. Heavenly Father knows me so well, he is giving me trials of faith. Several times over the last month my whole world and been rocked. Not the normal stuff that usually knocks me down for a bit. Its the kind of stuff that you read in books and you say "wow I can't even imagine". I am exhausted physically, mentally and emotionally. But the Lord gives strength. I think He pushes us to our potential even when we think we have hit our limit. I think that is when we turn to Him and ask to give us the strength to continue. I feel like a school girl and always in class. I am not the perfect student. I feel slow to learn. And that is when I ask for patience. And in the mean time I will keep learning how to be BRAVE.
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
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