How lovely are those things that show us right where to begin? Those tasks in life with owners manuals or help desks, 'START' signs. How great are those things that have been done and done again by folks before us. How gracious it is to know what the likely hazards are of making mistakes at your job or paying bills when so much of what is important to us has never been done in the way we will do it, so we have no map, no clear start point and no guarantees or even caution signs. We just have to start where we are.
I think of all of this while talking with a friend about their earnest attempts to live their best life. My heart is full with respect and love for all of us going out everyday not knowing how that day will end, but knowing clearly what we wish was easier. How brave we are to agree to do this life each morning, knowing for certain there will be heartbreak to accompany the beauty we find.
While I am looking for a new couch, the salesman in the furniture store tells me how he has recently learned that his adult son is gay. Initially, the father could not face his son, but the heart ache of this gap in their relationship has become unbearable for him. Not knowing what he will say or how it will be received, the father has bought a plane ticket to go and see his son in Florida where he is in design school. He has decided to begin the journey down an uncharted path.
I invite us today, to think of something we have begun without knowing how it will end. Look at some place where we are already being brave and choosing living over fear. And then, congratulate ourselves. We teach each other how to live, how to be brave and how to begin where there is no 'START' sign. I could have written hundreds if not thousands of stories of people I know being brave, thank you to all of you for teaching us how to be brave.