on the inside

I can't get it out of my mind. Those eyes. The feel of her hand finding its way to mine. The certainty of his steady presence in the dark. How she showed me the faded photograph of herself in the smart red suit. How we embraced because there were no words between us. How his small hand smoothed the hair away from my face and tucked it behind my ear without hesitation. How she looked out over her land and seemed to glow under a fading sun. How he insisted that I take his bible and asked me not to forget. These moments surface... tugging me deep down to a sliver of a space that makes my heart ache. A place where logic fails and courage is required. A place with no exit sign.

Have you experience such a place? Where the only thing you can do is call on your own courage? We'd love to hear about it.