This post is a long one, especially for me. I’m not a huge fan of wordiness. Read on if you want to hear a bit of my heart. Skip it and wait for the next one if you’re more interested in the crafty creative stuff
This spring has been a time of growth for us. After the multitude of changes we went through last year (sometimes jumping in feet first and other times just holding on), we have done our best to lean the other direction for a season and carefully step forward in the things that seem to be the most life giving to us as a couple… and even though it sounds selfish, to be honest, it feels really good. Good in a healthy way. 
When I talk about good, I don’t mean it hasn’t been frustrating, because being in an extended state of transition is… but, the fruit of this quiet period is starting to surface for me.
I’m loving my marriage. It was good before, but it feels better than it ever has. Like we’re dancing and I finally am able to keep my feet in step (sometimes). I’m loving my Creator… I’m starting to see more clearly the specific ways He is blessing me. I’m feeling more bold (though in a timid sort-of way). I’m feeling less apt to attach my identity and self worth to how much money I make.

And as I’m feeling more bold, some things have been surfacing. Relationships that need repairing mostly. In some of them I’m one of the players, and in others I’m the listening ear. But in all of them, I’m being convicted of my natural response in difficult moments – to be nice. I’ve had moments in the past where nice was probably a little week, but recently it’s becoming clear that when I’m nice in a situation that calls for love I’m doing damage. That scares the crap out of me. 
But as I’ve taken steps, and attempted to be loving in a bolder way it’s been eye-opening. I had a date with a friend last week that I was pretty anxious about leading up to it. When we actually met we were able to talk about some hard things. Things I need to confront her about, and apologies I needed to make. It went much much better than I expected. It felt like our friendship got deeper and we both felt lighter.
That conversation is supposed to be the beginning of more bold conversations for me (with different people) and I hope that the other ones offer as much healing. However, what I’m starting to get is that boldness comes into play when you’re willing enter a conversation open handed, knowing that should they choose, the other person is free to take the contents of your heart do what they want to with it. That’s why it’s so scary. So I’m sharing this with you because I want to be accountable. I want to be a bold woman who values the depth that open handed relationships have to offer.
Have you had any situations lately that required an extra amount of courage? Am I alone in wanting to know ahead of time that things will end well?