Have you ever felt like you’ve been doing all the right things for so long, yet there’s still no fruit? You’ve sown and sown, planted and planted, but nothing in your life seems to be growing. That’s exactly how I’ve felt for a long time. I’ve put in the long hours. I’ve built something from nothing. As a believer, I’ve fasted and prayed fervently. I’ve repented, turned away from sin, and yet, the promises of God have yet to manifest in my life.
If you were to ask me if I had grit, I’d say 110%. I don’t know anyone personally who has endured all the fire I’ve been through and still come out the other side optimistic, compassionate, and diligent. And I’m not saying this to brag; it’s just the truth. Yet even someone like me, with a lot of grit, gets weary, borders on despair at times, and wants to give up the fight.
There are moments when I say, “I’m not trying to grow this business anymore. I’m not exercising anymore. I’m not…” fill in the blank. “It doesn’t matter; nothing is coming from it, so why bother?” But it’s in those moments that God always meets me. A friend will send me a scripture or a worship song. My oldest son will say something completely profound about the reality of God. I’ll look at my oldest daughter and see how diligent she is despite obstacles. And my youngest son will challenge me to keep going. I know that’s all God.
So, I get up again and again and again. I continue the fight. I keep pushing forward, not because it’s easy or because I’m fueled by some endless well of strength, but because God reminds me of who He is and who I am in Him.
Having grit doesn’t mean you never grow weary; it doesn’t make you immune to discouragement or despair. Grit is choosing to move forward in spite of those feelings. It’s choosing faith over fear, persistence over paralysis, and hope over hopelessness. It’s not a choice you make once. It’s a choice you make every single day. Sometimes, every single hour.
When I look back at the moments when I wanted to quit, I realize those were the moments when God was working most deeply in me. Not in the obvious, outward ways I wanted, like breakthrough success or immediate answers to prayer, but in quiet, internal ways that changed who I was becoming. He was building resilience, patience, and trust. He was teaching me that His timing is perfect, even when it feels painfully slow.
And sometimes, we have to accept that our definition of “fruit” doesn’t always match God’s. We want tangible results, like numbers, recognition, or financial success, but God is often more concerned with our hearts. Are we learning to lean on Him? Are we loving others well? Are we growing in humility, wisdom, and grace? These are the fruits that may not fill our bank accounts or land us on a stage, but they have eternal value.
So what do you do when you feel like nothing is growing? You keep showing up. You keep planting, even if you’re doing it with tears streaming down your face. You keep sowing into the lives of others, even when your own life feels barren. You keep seeking God, not just for what He can give you, but for who He is.
And you look for the small signs of life, the way a kind word from a stranger lifts your spirits, the unexpected laughter that reminds you joy still exists, the moments when you feel God’s presence so tangibly it’s like He’s sitting right beside you. Those are the fruits of the Spirit, even in a season of drought.
To anyone reading this who feels like they’ve been fighting and fighting with nothing to show for it, you’re not alone. The fight for grit is real, and it’s hard. But it’s worth it. Because every time you get back up, every time you choose faith over fear, you’re not just fighting for yourself. You’re fighting for your family, for the people watching you, for the legacy you’re building, and most importantly, for the glory of God.
Keep going. Keep planting. Keep trusting. The harvest may not look the way you expect, but it’s coming. And when it does, you’ll see that it was never just about the fruit; it was always about the faith.
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