I saw a sign this weekend that said Be Brave in Love. Since then, I’ve settled those words on my heart and thought about what that means.
Be Brave in Love.
To me, the most shocking part of love has always been the vulnerability it brings. It cracks open your ribs and leaves your heart beating, exposed. The fear that lies in that kind of nakedness could use me up, if I let it.
But my love forges ahead instead of retreating, and I’m learning to embrace the riches of my defenseless heart. I look at Brent. At Everly. At Arlo and it consumes me in the most frighteningly beautiful way. I am in over my head. Laid bare. Brave in love.