Bravery, courage, fearlessness? – a lifetime bogey in many disguises. Confine it to the present moment, however, and al;l shall be well. https://wonderingpilgrim.com/2023/01/02/an-ode-to-courage/
Unfortunately, I am not very brave. I always need a rescue parachute in the background. I am self-employed in the IT industry. With almost everything I do, I first think 10 times like why what are the consequences?
For this year, I intend to be more courageous. Dare to do something new!
It is brave to stand by any word of God’s Truth at any time. When in 1 Corinthians it is written about those who are from God: But to us there is but one God, the Father, from whom are all things, and we in him; and one Lord Jesus Christ, through whom are all things, and we through him. The religious world speaks of one person god the father and another person god the son and another person god the holy spirit. The Bible does not know them. The problems in our time more than in the past is that many have so many priorities and hear God’s Word only with their minds, not their hearts. In Revelation 21:8 it is written about fearful. There is so little left in the acceptable year of the Lord (Isaiah 61:1-2)
This is my little reflection on bravery or rather about myself not being particularly brave. As I am new to bloganuary, I decided that I just write a short something what comes to mind on the basis of the prompt. Even if it’s not exactly the same topic, but if the prompt promted me to think about something, it is good enought to be written. https://wordpress.com/post/sitsidsatsidpatsid.wordpress.com/1582
Here’s my take on this one.
Should I Just Keep My Mouth Shut? Rambling Thoughts on Bravery
I’ve enjoyed reading these bravery posts so far and I plan on coming back for more later. Here is my contribution: https://issababycreates.com/2023/01/02/brave-bloganuary/
Have a great day guys!
My 2nd attempt to get this right –
If only I could remember every moment of the past year, that’s how brave I am and what bravery means to me. I hope you get inspired. ❤️🥺
Each yearend I write down the highlights of my life. In 2022 among other important highlights is that I published the fourth book and ironically called “The Legend of Unbreakable Dea” and is about this little girl that went several times near death and went under an unthinkable situation, but she fell got up and never give up her dreams to become the Attorney of her city! https://www.amazon.com/Legend-Unbreakable-Dea-Desi-Tahiraj/dp/1736977563
How am I Brave?
I don’t know if I’m brave because I’ve never been in a situation requiring bravery. I could offer insignificant bits of times when I’ve been microscopically brave, but those examples are dust and easily blown away. However, there are stories of bravery among my family, mostly the kind of bravery needed to get through the beating life sometimes hands a person.
My great-grandparents Mary and Joseph traveled from New York City to West Bend, Wisconsin, on the orphan trains when they were small children, most likely with notes pinned to their clothing, listing their names, their destination, and the names of their new families—who they met for the first time at the station. Later, Mary and Joseph fell in love and married. But Joseph died young, leaving Mary with seven children and one on the way.
My grandpa George and his three younger siblings became orphans at 11, 10, 8, and 3. Grandpa felt it was his responsibility to provide for them, so he went to work at a copper mine. While riding in a wagon and holding a container of kerosene between his legs to keep it upright, some kerosene slopped on his legs, causing burns. His aunt put her foot down, refusing to let him work at the mine. He was, after all, only 11, and she and his uncle had the means to welcome the four orphans into to their brood of children. Later, Grandpa started a business, married, and had three children. For the rest of his life, he quietly helped people in need. In his old age, he lost his sight, and to keep busy he cracked pecans, filling jars with nuts to give to his friends and family.
My grandpa Howard fought in World War II for five years. He was shot in the leg in Italy. The war gave him two permanent souvenirs: a limp and nightmares. The war wrecked his first marriage. He became estranged from his children. And he drank heavily until he became sober in his late 50s, eventually helping other alcoholics.
My sister has a special needs child who almost died from seizures at three months old. My sister was brave on that night and has been brave many times since. Doctors told her that her daughter suffered brain damaged and would probably never walk or talk or feed herself or learn to use the toilet. My sister spent as much time with her infant daughter as she could, stimulating her, talking to her, moving her limbs. Now an adult, my niece walks, talks, uses the bathroom, swims, plays soccer, and much more. Was it my sister’s love and bravery? Or the neuroplasticity of an infant’s brain? Or a combination? Because of her cognitive disabilities, my niece still struggles, and my sister is still brave.
Someday, I will need to be brave. And I hope my family stories will give me courage.
My post today is about my WOTY (Word of the Year) and although I’ve been blogging for many years I still find it takes being ‘brave’ to write and share things. I actually received a Bravery Award from the Queen when I was 17 but that’s another story!
Public speaking, entrepreneurship, and writing require bravery but lead to career advancement. 🦾
I’m actually really enjoying writing these ❤️ http://beyourownsunshinee.ca/2023/01/02/finding-bravery-as-an-adult/
Hi, everyone! Here is my first contribution to Bloganuary, my response to today’s prompt, “How Are You Brave?”. I discuss courage, confidence, and starting over. Check it out, here: https://kaylcastle.com/2023/01/02/bloganuary-2-how-are-you-brave/
Hoping I did this right! Here is my first blog with the “How are you
brave” prompt. I used this prompt to tie into a New Year post for my audience. https://dannify.com/2023/01/02/2022-my-year-of-bravery/
What is the earliest memory you have?
That’s difficult, is it memory or parents’ stories? I only have memories from the age of five or six. My sister is only one year older than me. I remember that the aunts always wanted to supervise my sweet sister. She had (she still has) such big brown eyes and long blond curls. I had more of a struwwel head. My mother said I had seven vertebrae on my head, you can’t do a sensible hairstyle. Today I have long straight hair and my aunts like to come to visit me.
(I am from Germany, Bavaria)
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