There are millions of us who drag weary bones out of bed for middle of the night feedings and millions more who sacrifice sleep in middle of the night prayer for wee ones and not-so-wee-ones-anymore. It is the nitty gritty of motherhood that is like riding a bucking bronco or jumping face first out of an airplane (sometimes without a parachute it feels like)- to do it well, to succeed, it is all or nothing. We find the grit to live self-controlled and righteously in this present world when we choose blessing over cursing, gentleness over a harsh word, your life for anothers. Values not held high in a world gone mad. Women push life out or split themselves down the middle to be emptied for another. I don't think there is anything grittier in this life than giving yourself wholly to one singular purpose and refusing to relent no matter the cost. Motherhood comes with it's thousand demands and it shakes, and trembles my bones and if left to the Spirit sanctifies my soul.