grit.

I've had this word written on my arm the last couple of days. I can't say why or if has helped me in any way. But I'm a firm believer that if something speaks to your heart like this word has been, it's probably important.

So I looked it up. Grit.
courage 
bravery
pluck
mettle
backbone
spirit
strength of character
strength of will
moral fiber
steel
nerve
fortitude
toughness
hardiness
resolve
resolution
determination
tenacity
perseverance

Holy moly, I am sometimes some of those things, never all of those things, and sometimes none of those things. 
So why the heck is this word something that keeps coming up, something giving me such comfort, something calling to me?

And then it hit me, I'm not gritty one.
Jesus is.

Because honestly, some of the junk that happens in life isn't something that can be dealt with soft handed. At least, mine isn't.
But when my Savior has grit, it's dealing is easy.

Jesus was brave to stand up to the moral and political leaders of his day.
Jesus had pluck to teach in creative and amusing ways.
Jesus had backbone to not back down from truth.
Jesus had strength of character and will in the desert with the Enemy.
Jesus was a man of moral fiber.
Jesus has the nerve to eat with sinners and commune with hooligans.
Jesus was tough when one of His best friends betrayed him.
Jesus was resolved to the Father's Will, even through the pain.
Jesus was determined that He would die for His people.
Jesus was resolute as He held Himself to the cross.
Jesus was tenacious as He saved criminals as He himself died.
And that Jesus, He persevered as He stepped out of that dark grave.

Why worry about anything in my life when the guy in control of it, is that guy?
And if my Jesus is gritty, shouldn't I be too?

So I'm not sugar and spice and everything nice.
Or even snip or snails.

But I'm grit, grime, and salvation sublime.

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