GO.
Grit.
{thanks to my sister, @ Tri Junkie, for sending the picture}It takes grit to do what I do, to be a Mama to four, to rise above my circumstances, my past, my illness and stay strong.
It takes a grit that comes from my grandmother and my father. He says I'm just like my grandmother, but I never knew her. I wish I had.
I would have had a lot of questions for her, like where did she get her grit? How did she stay strong through the beatings and raise three sons, watching one die in her arms, just three? How did she get through that?
What kind of grit did it take for her to rise each morning with a song? How did she find the courage to wake her boys early every single day and say, "Up and at 'em!"
I want that kind of grit.
I have an idea what she might say.
I get the feeling in my gut, because her and I think so much alike, that she would have said she got her grit from God.
She was an evangelist, a very good one. Her bible was worn, her hymnal music sheets tattered from loving use. I'm sure her knees were too.
That's the kind of grit I'm talking about.
STOP.
Join me over at Lisa-Jo's for more "writing like we can fly".........this is going to be FUN!
