It’s Saturday night and I just came across a handwritten very rough post. I’m doing something that I’ve never done before and sharing this completely unedited. Honesty, I don’t even really remember writing this, but I do remember living it.
A Long Winter
It’s been a crazy long one. Early snow, extended single digit temperatures. The treacherous driving conditions have been my least favorite part of this winter. I’ve had loved ones in the ditch a few times this winter season.
The early fall snow snuck up on us. We were so busy with the final stages of getting our house into livable condition, that we didn’t get the snow tires on before a nasty early storm hit. There I was with no traction, the road slipping out from underneath me. Not a secure feeling. Where was the sand truck? I could use a little grit.
If you’re still with me, this post isn’t actually about the challenges of winter weather – well, not entirely. It’s about the challenges of a long winter of life.
It could be a difficult person that you live with, a failing relationship, a death, financial struggles. It could be anything, and you just need a little grit to stop you from slipping around and going out of control. You need traction so that you can get to where you are going.
I haven’t always been gritty. It’s been acquired after too many chances to let the pressure of trials, perform a transformation in me. I used to run, beg and plead to get out of the work of transformation. But the pressure is how I developed a little spunk and pluck. I stopped running away and instead I started doing the work. Looking in the mirror is a good place to start. Complete honesty is a must. I’m learning to sacrifice my perceived rights – my right to have it my way or my right to get what I want or what I think that I need. I’m learning to do the right thing even when it feels impossible or seems unfair. I’m learning to take full responsibility for my sin and not blame shift. I’m learning that I don’t have to take responsibility for another’s sin. Every bit of this drives me directly to God. If He is faithful to convict me, He is certainly faithful to walk me through confession, receiving forgiveness and turning in a new direction in repentance.
This is where your grit becomes attractive. This is not an angry, judgmental, religious person. This is a humbled yet tenacious follower of Christ who has credibility. When they tell the truth, it comes from a place of love, because they’ve struggled. Good grit is soft, but not wimpy. It doesn’t stay paralyzed by fear. It’s bold, but with the smooth finish of a confident hope that comes from knowing that God has a perfect plan