why's my blog called "grit and glory"?

resolve
I’ve got nothing creative. Or wise. Or witty. I just wanted you to know I’m alive. In case you were wondering. My heart is heavy, my mind is swirling, my stomach hurts, and my chest is tight. But despite the day week month year I’ve had, today I had a “God is able to save me, but even if He does not…” moment. Now I’m just praying that my faith remains strong in His faithfulness. For His faithfulness remains strong for me.

four-minute friday: happenings
Go. I’ve been back in Africa for ten days. And while my days have been filled with all sorts of hard, there’s also been a lot of really wonderful randomness. Like staying up late and sleeping in long with my SweetFriend. We’ve watched dozens of episodes of Ally Mcbeal, which means we have a whole list of new words that are now popping up in our vocabulary. Like snappish, bygone

more than words
They say friends start to sound alike. My vocabulary is pretty chameleon-esque, with words and phrases lovingly stolen from quite a few friends. I gotta admit: I love my mosaic dialect. Mostly because of the memories that lace every word. My sweet friend Tracee and I have picked up a crapload of each other’s sayings. (Oh yeah! She flew with me to Africa for these few weeks. God is so very good to me. It’s strengthening to my heart just to know she’s sleeping in the room next door a

my kids
I scooped up Nkosi as soon as I saw him. (He’s “my” little two-year-old at the local orphanage.) I was relieved to find him much healthier than he’d been. As I held him in my arms, I prayed and spoke blessings over him. Nkosi’s name means “Little Warrior”, and that’s a promise I love to remind him of. I got to do Peaberry’s bedtime routine with her. While she was heavier

four-minute friday: love and loyalty
Go. She was walking down the hill while I was walking up it. The moment she realized it was me, she burst into tears. We hugged for a long time. Later, at my kitchen table, we talked. I wanted to know what’s new in her world and how her heart is. We both spoke; we both cried. She asked questions, she listened, she said beautiful things that my heart needed to hear. My friend overwhelmed me with her love and loyalty. My mind keeps going back to those moments, replaying them over and over. I can’t find words to convey how hard these days have been, and how much I needed those minutes of feeling completely grounded. Of feeling as though I ha