GRIT – Five Minute Fridays

I haven’t written in a while. Today I read the Gypsy Mama’s post called Grit. On Fridays she encourages us to write for 5 minutes so I thought, “Why not?” So here is my post on “Grit”.

Here are the rules:

Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays.

We write because we love words and the relief it is to just write them without worrying if they’re just right or not. So we take five minutes on Friday and write like we used to run when we were kids.

On Fridays we write like we believe we can fly. Won’t you join us? (<—Tweet this!)

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.

So here I go:

Grit

In the desert there is always grit or dust. On my back porch when I wash the chairs it is black. Before we had good windows the dust was everywhere. My little white dog turns black and needs to be bathed more often. Our shoes, our hair and our clothes pick up the dust. Dust that you don’t see – just when you wash it out.

I think that is like sin – it is everywhere, each and every day. Little things that we do – that are sinful – in our thoughts and sometimes in our words and deeds. We can’t always recognize it as sin but it is there just like the Arizona dust.

We need to clean out the sin the same way as I bathe our pooch. We need to scrub ourselves clean at the cross; ask forgiveness for those sins – and those ones of omission, which we can easily miss.

Now as I see the dust and wash it out it will remind me that sin is the same way. Ever present but capable of being washed clean.