Brave Putting on a brave face. Now there's something I'm good at. I have a habit of not asking people to pray for me in difficult times. Why? Shouldn't I crave the knowledge that close friends are interceding to God on my behalf? Sure. But then there's the friends who remember and ask me how I'm doing. That's the bad part for me. I can put on a brave face until someone speaks to me. That's when I fall apart and become a hot mess. A little over a year ago I asked friends to pray for a situation I was facing. I happened to see one of those friends a couple of hours later and she had the gall to ask me how I was doing. I couldn't say a word, only cry. The next day I purposely avoided another one of those friends, but she caught up with me anyway. She teasingly said, "Am I not good enough for you today?" Yep, you guessed it. Hot mess right there in front of dozens of people. At another time another situation came up, and I again a