The heart behind Brave Grown Home (and my IG handle @growingbrave, which was coined by my husband when I told him the message I was turning over in my heart) was born out of my own desire to be brave in even my trivial pursuits. I'm a self-doubter, ladened with insecurities and hindered by those pesky inner voices that tell me my ideas just aren't enough.
But it's interesting how marriage and motherhood challenge you to be better, not for your own sake, but for the sake of those hearts watching and learning through you at every bend in the road. Marriage has taught me how swiftly my worrisome attitude can damper the high spirits of my ever graceful husband. And as my boys get older I notice more prominently how they reflect those attitudes they are most often exposed to. In spite of the weakness I feel inside, those reverberations of the quivering young girl within who hasn't got a clue, the last thing I want is for my husband and children to mimic those insecurities; my own weaknesses hindering them.
Instead I want to be a reflection of that free and sacred gift of strength I've been given through the atoning power of the Cross. Because He has said, "'My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness.' So now I am glad to boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ can work through me." 2 Corinthians 12:9. By God's grace my prayer is that I will learn to see myself the way that He sees me and learn to accept the truth that however weak or feeble I may feel, my ideas and dreams are really branches sprouting from the True Vine, and therefore worthy of my confident approval.
So here in this quiet corner of the world I begin to document a brave grown home that's nurtured by a weak and imperfect woman. It will be a place for honesty and bared souls. A testament of how God is using my weaknesses to magnify His full and everpresent power. A place where I, like so many before me, leave my small, word formed mark on this fading world.