I struggle with a voice in my head telling me that a woman in my ramshackle physical condition has no business hitting ramps on a wakeboard.
It is a powerful voice.
And yet I cannot help thinking that challenging that voice and hitting those structures is a victory of the heart.
Victories of the heart are often costly victories. We are challenged to face our deepest fears of loss and humiliation, pain and failure for love.
And so with the even objectivity of a math problem you could say–the measure of our love is the measure of our willingness to overcome our fear.
Or better said by a Braver Man–perfect love casts out all fear.
Tell me you love someone and I will ask you, what dragons have you fought to preserve your beloved?