Born {game}

"Baby sister, I was born game, and I intend to go out that way." ~ Rooster Cogburn (John Wayne) "True Grit"

It's a funny, enlightening, scary and humbling thing to write out a list of things you feel you're good and bad at. I did this recently. I will tell you, there were direct correlations and similarities between the two contradictions.

I realize I'm pretty darn good at drinking coffee until it's an acceptable time to drink wine. I'm good at laughing at inappropriate things at even more inappropriate times. I'm good at praying on a Sunday and cussing because it's Monday.

Self awareness comes to us in raw moments in life, and you have the choice to embrace it or put in on the back burner of life and never take a look in depth at the real you.

It's easy to identify and align yourself with family traits and traditions, and grow up thinking one way your whole life, thinking this is all that's important to me, this is all I will ever want. But someday, you will realize your life has taken its own course like you just picked up your own reins to your own horse to ride over your own mountain pass. There you sit in the saddle, and how tall and strong and true you sit, matters. You look ahead at the mountains and the picturesque beauty, the blush of new beginnings, the clear mountain streams that bubble from the hillside giving you crisp, clear hopes calling you to dream bigger.

Life twists and turns down the trail. It's going along status quo, your packs are riding on your mules nice and square, and then, you start chewing on the choices of your life like a piece of sinewy, tough jerky, you just pulled out of your day old lunch from the saddle bags and you don't always like the taste. The words of Jesus and the devil play simultaneously in your ear and talk over each other. And there becomes this sudden rush of trying to figure out what's right and what's wrong for you, because daylight is burning on this one trip around the sun.

The trail becomes this hot, scorched burn scar and life is bearing down on you. I believe in those moments, that's what you find what you're really good at. You're good at being tough and squaring your shoulders. You're good at following your gut. You're good at remembering what makes you, you. You realize God has His purpose for you.

You pass a green tree starting to emerge through the ashes next to the trail and you identify. You realize you can't see much beauty but you see traces of what's to come. And you know it's just a matter of time before its beauty fills you up again.

Baby sister, you were born game... Hell, ya might as well go out that way.

Happy Trails-

Heather