On Fridays, I join The Gypsy Mama for 5 minute Friday.
Here are the rules:
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Please visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments.
This week’s word is GRIT.
I saw him standing there and I wondered how long he had been there. How many days a week does he stand in that one spot? Wind, rain, fog, sun…it must take grit and determination to keep throwing the line into the water.
I watched him for a while. He never caught a fish.
He never reeled in anything but seaweed.
It seemed like such a waste. Yet…maybe not.
Standing on the rock, casting in the line…and waiting. I guess that is why it is called fishing and not catching.
My life is like that. I cast out the line over and over…some days catching nothing worthwhile. The grit gets under my fingernails. I dig deeper, hoping to find that one catch of the day that will make it OK. That will make today “the big one.”
I clean out my nails. I shower off the grit and grim of the day and I start over the next day.
Layer upon layer. That is how this life is being built. I know I have to hang in there…and keep trying. After all, I know He is with me and will never leave me.
never will I forsake you.”
What “grit” are you experiencing these days?