The ability to do something that frightens one;
Strength in the face of pain or grief
− Oxford Dictionary
Where does it come from?
Everyone keeps saying not to give up, to keep trying, persevering… Why give up when one has fought so hard to reach this far?
But my fuel tank is running quite low.
I am limping along a long, winding road, I am not sure where to, but along the way I am searching for something. Something to fill me up, to make all the pieces come together. Something to provide an ‘aha’ moment, when I will suddenly know why I worked so hard to get here.
Certain journeys are more tiring for some than others. I am exhausted and I need rest. My soul is bare and I am ready for rest. But I understand now is not the time for resting.
There is a time and season for everything under the sun The Book says.
In the interim, where can I find this courage when all I have to give has been taken?
Can you tell me? My soul is seeking.
Gentle hugs 🙂