Brene Brown

We were young and newly married - not just the "honeymoon stage - the literal honeymoon. Jocelyn and I spent the first eighty five days of our marriage preparing for and then serving on a missions assignment in Northern Ontario. The ministry was hard. Fatigue and discouragement got to us. We failed to finish our assignment. We quit. Falling And Rising Bags packed and seat-belted in for the milk-run on a Bearskin Airlines Metroliner, more than our stomachs were upset. We left Attawapiskat on James Bay with heads down. Never had we failed like this before. We let down our missions director. We let ourselves down. Looking back, Brené Brown's book, Rising Strong would have been the perfect tonic for…