Wednesday, January 1, 2014

I have always struggled with courage. I have done many brave and courageous things but the struggle to do so has been great and there have been many times I have shied away. 

I remember one particular time on a train in England that was rattling across the countryside on the way home from a weekend of good company and friends I was sitting at the window and watching the rain drops slide across the pane. I was most alone, most direction-less, most small. I couldn't think how to continue without becoming lost. I wondered what it was I needed to keep stepping out, to move forward in a foreign country, a world away from home.

Then I saw a sign slip by as I passed a village, an advertisement for an English beer.


It has been my 'word' for the last twenty years. 

I am at a place in my life where I am again stepping out into life. Alone again, into the unknown again.

I have a direction, I have my faith, I have my preparations, I simply require Courage.