We walk past them every Sunday.
Those people who almost didn’t come to church. The ones who spent thirty minutes just talking themselves into getting out of bed.
And we never know.
Life is hard. Suffering abounds.
Since losing Dominic I have become ever more aware of how very many people are hurting. And how very many people are truly brave. Every. single. day.
It’s one thing to act in an instant-when adrenaline rushes through your veins and pumps extraordinary strength to your muscles and grants clarity to your mind to gather all your nerve and power to jump in and DO SOMETHING.
It is quite another when, without aid of chemical courage, you wake each day to a long list of “to do” items knowing all the while you will be dragging the heavy weight of grief and sorrow everywhere you go.
Read the rest here: Brave