1st thought and 5 minutes.
Taking the plunge with Lisa-Jo and a throng of other fun women for 5 min of writing. Come what may, come what might.
I can't even believe our word this week. I saw it and was like Whhhhhhhat. Here goes nothing.
I launched out of the gates of New Year...into a coarse and abrasive place.
Contracting Norovirus not once, not twice not even three times. I got it four times and a plethora of complications. I'm still battling the aftermath and the toll it took on my system.
Time off work, house a mess, chores undone, life undone, PTO bankrupt and a grumpy marriage.
I've been thinking, praying, pondering and writing about GRIT. I feel like I have a little something to say about our word this week girls.
I don't like being raw and undone...but who does? I don't like my family seeing me undone... hello transparency. I don't like any of this but I'm determined to claw and crawl into His wisdom and reach for the growth that can happen in the unseen places.
In the wake of Valentines day I wrote:
A Gritty and Grainy kind of Love followed up by
Loving in the difficult places.
I love what Lisa-Jo says at the end of her post
"Broken is always just the beginning of the story. Even when it feels like the end."
Yeah it's all been a pretty scratchy & coarse start to the year, but I serve a God who is in the business of making pearls right out of the irritant of a grain of sand!
( I went 10 min. sorry)