By Rachel Fahrenbach
God's Brave Women - Rachel's Story
I dial my husband’s cell and whisper “come on, pick up” with gusto, as if merely speaking the phrase will cross the distance and compel him to answer. He picks up with a “Hey, I only have a second before I have to jump into a meeting.”
“Got it.” I say before launching into my quick explanation that I’ve been invited to contribute a guest post to the Brave Women Series. I sigh as I lay out the problem: “I can’t figure out what to write about. I feel so honored, but I don’t really have a brave story.”
My husband exclaims that that’s not true, but his hurry clouds his memory and pulling a concrete example for me isn’t happening. It’s his turn to sigh. “You’re so bold and brave. It’s part of who you are.”
“I can’t figure out what to write about. I feel so honored, but I don’t really have a brave story.” My husband exclaims that that’s not true... “You’re so bold and brave. It’s part of who you are.”
He apologizes for having to cut the conversation short, but I tell him it’s okay. I hit the end button, hesitate, and then clear all notifications and close all open tabs on my phone. My thoughts for the guest post aren’t clear but at least the interface on my phone is.
My husband’s words “It’s part of who you are” stick with me as I move about my day. I decide to mentally recall certain aspects of my life in hopes of dusting off a story from my life to share. Like pulling index cards out of a box one-by-one, I hold the categories of my life up to the light of introspection and delve into the memories there, judging their worthiness of being captured into the written word.