It’s that time of the week again – Five Minute Friday. Today’s topic- grit. Five minutes of writing. No editing, over thinking, or stopping. So, here we go—-
Well, the first thing that comes to mind is the plural of that word – grits. Ever have really good Southern grits? I hadn’t until we moved to North Carolina and received some as a “side” at a restaurant. Ah, they were heavenly, but it wasn’t the grits that were heavenly. It was simply that the grits were the conduit for all of the butter in that side dish. Yum. Yum. Yum.
Now – let’s go back to the non-plural – grit. I think of those women who I know now who are in a part of their journey with our Lord that seems impossible, heart wrenching and to be honest – unfair. Yet, they believe that our God is one Who sees all, knows all, and gets the big picture. For whatever reason, this is the season in their life and they choose to walk through it, hiding in the shadow of His wing, resting securely in His love amidst the chaos and unanswered questions around them.
And, I see my own daughters as they begin their journey into teenage-hood. They need to have grit to make it through these next years. We all remember middle and high school, not realizing sometimes until afterward how tough it was to stand our ground and be different, even if it meant being lonely. My heart aches remembering the times I felt so alone for being an “oddball” because I didn’t partake in some of the other things my “friends” were doing. So, I pray for them consistently, reminding them of the One who directs their path, the One who holds the guide to their lives, and One who they can trust fully, and One who will always love them unconditionally no matter how they act or perform yesterday, today or tomorrow.
Yep – that is grit.