When I first saw grit, I thought of grits. Not my favorite choice of food. Gritty. Tasteless. Dull. Needs salt, butter, or tons of something for flavor.
Then, I thought of this...
|Look at the pretty colors. Especially on the right knee.|
Me, running. See silly human miss huge rock in front of her and trip. SMACK! Pain and burning radiating from a small, but super important knee bone. Gritting my teeth each step I took back to the car to get home. To get help. Don't worry, I recovered with nothing broken.
In my toughest of trials, in the mundane even, I have been cloaked with Him. I don't have to just grit my teeth, and do it alone or afraid.
Even if I fail, He will redeem me. He has cared for me all along/always has and always will.
"In your word Father you say,
"I have cared for you since you were born...I will be your God throughout your lifetime--
until your hair is white with age." -NLT
On Fridays we write like we believe we can fly. Won’t you join us? (<—Tweet this!)
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Please visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments.