these places have been my solstice lately. as a friend recently mentioned, sometimes we exhale breath we never knew we were holding. This week at the ocean I let loose all the breath I didn't know I was holding back.
GRIT.
Growing up, we're often told to hold back from that which hurts us, from that which damages our emotions, from that which is painful. What if walking through the hurt, damage and pain was the very thing that was needed for growth; what if moving into the hurt and damage and pain provided the very release necessary to move forward and through.
A large part of grit is becoming present in the hurt, becoming present to hear God's voice, becoming vibrantly aware, breathtakingly alive in this moment, the now.
How can we know joy if we do not know pain? How can we know the brightness and beauty of light without the dimness and strain of darkness?
Have you ever stepped outside and the sun and air exploded with life and breath, and you stood in awe and wanted to feel it in its entirety, into eternity - a taste of heaven from within our homes, our hearts. This is a glimpse of what waits if we endure hardship and life with grit - opening up to the pain, surrendering to Christ, allowing and trusting Him to direct our steps.
Grit is tenacity; grit is courage in the face of opposition; grit is loving when your flesh wants to hate; grit is a paradox, wild and free.
(A little encouragement to persist with grit this week :) Thank you to Leigh for encouraging me to write about grit and post it on this blog!)