Word Prompt – Grit

The People in my Life with Grit

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For Michael and all others like him who live their lives with grit. A diamond-in-the-rough, he resolutely follows his own moral code. He does not waver. Weighing the consequences he will do what is right.

I am blessed to have three children who embody the characteristics of grit. Nature or nurture? I’d like to think it’s nurture so I can take some of the credit, but I often wonder if they weren’t born this way. They were spunky from the day they were born.

Grit can also be used to describe uncomfortable situations like sand in your bathing suit. Like a gritty bathing suit, living with such tenacious people isn’t always easy. They have strong convictions, nerves of steel, and intestinal fortitude that makes them a force to reckon with. But it is worth it to have people with such pluck in my life.

I am proud of my children, Michael, and my friends who have such spirit. When I’m around them I want to stand a little taller and be the best version of myself. In them, I see all that is right with this world and they make me believe the world can truly be a better place. Grit is a priceless gift.

 

 

 

Pluck It Out!

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I spent a lot of time as a child thinking about this verse. I closed my eyes and touched my eyelids feeling the firm texture of my eye underneath my fingertips. Pushing my fingers gently along the outside edge. Seeing how hard I could push before it hurt. I decided I didn’t have the stomach for eye plucking.

Growing up in the Church of the Black Hats I understood that God is an angry God who believes in fire and brimstone, an eye for an eye, and the hacking off of offensive limbs. And when it’s all over there’s the lake of fire. An eternity of weeping and gnashing of teeth.

What I didn’t understand was that Jesus was not talking literally. He was trying to make a point. All of our intentions, the words we speak, and the actions we take come from one source: our heart. The God I loved would not be satisfied with the plucking out of eyes. He wants my heart, my soul, my mind.

He is a God of love and grace. And I am thankful for His forgiveness and His mercy which endures forever.

I am also thankful that He really doesn’t want me to pluck out my eyes!