Brave Heart

Gerber Daisies and a volcano candle.

These are treasures left from celebrating my 62nd birthday last weekend.

Bright happy colors and my favorite scent are leftover reminders of a very emotional birthday weekend.

Walking on the beach with my dear husband, my partner for 40 years.

Having my chocolate cake and eating it too.

Celebrating the disco years with the best of friends.

Face timing with my kids.

On Friday the 13th,

I woke up in wonder of the fact I am now eligible for senior discounts.

I woke up with limited range of motion from an arthritic hip. Yes, when you saw me walking down the street, I was limping.

I woke up wanting to eat nothing but chocolate cake not caring that the sugar would cause more inflammation for my sore hip.

I woke for the first time aware of my physical limitations. Yes. I am getting older.  And yes, there will be challenges.

But just about one month ago, God gave me my word for this year. This year I will live on the planet for my 62nd year.

Braveheart.

He gave me this word as I rode into the Caribbean Sea off the shores of Jamaica bareback on a horse named Braveheart.

As I slid into the sea hanging on to the tail of this beautiful chestnut horse with waves crashing all around me, I heard the words. Be Brave. Let go of fear. Hold on to me.

And as I screamed and hollered into the wind and waves a rush of freedom overcame me as I held on to the tail on the backside of the horse swimming in the Caribbean Sea

Be brave.

Let go of fear.

Hold on to me.

Braveheart.

Celebrate with me.

Shout into the wind and waves.

Release your fears and doubts.

Step out into the deep.

Let go.

And hold on to Him.