Courage is sometimes frail as hope is frail: a fragile shoot between two stones that grows brave toward the sun though warmth and brightness fail, striving and faith the only strength it knows.
To him that waits all things reveal themselves, provided that he has the courage not to deny, in the darkness, what he has seen in the light.
I’m still shy – I’m no good at my children’s parent-teacher conferences, and I’m slowly learning how to ask for what I want. But I now know that I have a reserve of courage to draw upon when I really need it. There’s nothing that I’m too scared to have a go at.