Grit... sometimes it's the grime on my counter or the mud on my floor. Other times it's the ring around my bathtub or the stuck on toothpaste in the sink. Unless I get the broom, the rag, or the sponge, those things seem to grow and multiply until the house is a wreck.
But what about the grit in my heart and the grime in my soul? The stuff that sneaks in and takes up residence... the bad attitude, anger, disappointment, envy, jealousy, self-righteousness, etc. Much like my own home, if I don't clean it out, it seems to grow.
Lately, it seems as if mothering and motherhood has shown me the grit in my heart. In the eye roll, the sass, the deep sigh, I hear my children echoing their mother's attitude. It stinks in my own heart. It stinks, even more, when I hear it in theirs.
Time to clean out the grit.
... care to join in?