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Mr. Tryon took me to on a date night the day after Christmas.  We had missed our usual time with the holidays, so he felt this was a good idea.  He wanted me to try Vietnamese Pho.  Now, when he described it to me, my initial response for “why would I pay good money for a bowl of broth?”  Seriously. Who does that?  BUT. . . . .I am attempting to learn to be brave so I changed my mind (because I love him), died to my desires, and had him take me to get some Pho. 

It was awful!! 

It was a bowl of broth. Broth!! 

Ok.  So, I’m exaggerating.  It wasn’t totally bad.  But, apparently, I was in a bad mood.  First of all, Mr. Tryon had announced to our waiter that this was the first time I’d ever eaten Pho, let alone Vietnamese food.  That didn’t sit well with me.  I was embarrassed.  I think it’s just that I’m private.  I don’t need everyone to know that I am a really boring person.  I’m perfectly content to be boring in private. 

But also, it really was just broth with chicken (which wasn’t bad).  But I couldn’t eat it.  Traditionally you use chop sticks.  Um, my hands don’t work!!  Arthritis. So, he suggested a fork.  It’s SOUP!!!!  You don’t eat soup with a fork.  Besides, when I pulled out the Italian in me, I wrapped the noodles around the fork like spaghetti and they slipped right off. 

Mr. Tryon also told me that I had permission to slurp.  I kept wondering if my mom was going to come around the corner and yell at me for bad manners.  I would yell at me for bad manners! I am too refined for slurping.  

Mr. Tryon was kind to offer to take me for a burger instead.  All I could think about was the money, so I painfully ate my way through the bowl and pouted my way through it.  Then we went to our local family bar/restaurant to play a few rounds of pool.  That didn’t help my mood much.  He beat me decidedly in all four games we played.  It was a disgrace to my record.  And even though I wanted to get a bowl of chips and salsa to return to my Tex-Mex Roots and forgot the Pho I had eaten, I didn’t. 

This is why I don’t try new things.  I stink at it.  And when I do try new things, I get bored very quickly.  But I’m trying to turn over a new leaf.  I prefer to try new things that seem a little safe and comfortable to me.  That’s why I’m attempting to blog.

On a serious note, this blog is my brave for the year.  I’ve never really been brave.  I am a coward. I am so fearful of moving sometimes. And I’ve truly grown tired of that. How can I truly experience Jesus when He calls us to courage in Him?  He helps us.  Isaiah 41:13 says “For I, the Lord your God, hold your right hand; it is I who say to you, “Fear not, I am the one who helps you.”  What a precious promise that He will walk me through things that are scary to me.  Why am I sitting at home being boring when I could be living my life fully walking with my hand in His?  What’s been even worse is watching one of my children struggle with these same fears she learned from me. . .only they are probably worse. They paralyze both of us.  I don’t want to be that way anymore.  She needs to learn to live and I think she’s looking at me to show her how.  So that’s what my 2019 is going to be about.  I guess my word for the year is BRAVE. 

What are you going to be brave about this year? 

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