Thank Heaven for Those Rotten Old Pits...

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See 1 Thes 2:13 Receive the word of God, not as the word of men, but as it truly is, the word of God.

Have you ever wondered why they call it "the pits" when something's really icky?

I always assumed it had to do with cherries. You know, they're so tangy and juicy and sweet and tart and crunchy and meaty and wonderful all at the same time right up 'til you get to...yep, the pit. Ditto peaches and nectarines and avocados and well, you get the drill.

Being a words girl and all, I gave the poor old pits some extra thought on this cold January day.

Maybe the negative connotation comes from the word pitiful...or pitied. Nobody wants to be either of those adjectives, right?

Then the writer in me thought s'more.

Perhaps the phrase took hold because of armpits...they certainly aren't the body's most popular part, now, are they? They're kinda hairy (if left to their own devices), a little stinky (again, without intervention), and otherwise rather unremarkable in the greater sense.

Of course there's the actual definition of a pit that conveys every bleak dark hole imaginable from a cavern to a mine shaft to ... you know that pit of fire we're all trying to avoid, yo. 

Shudder.

But here's what: without fruit pits, there'd be no seeds for the fruit to keep on 'a fruitin, you dig? And without pity, at least in an empathetic sense, some humans might never receive kindness. Also, if not for your armpits, how on earth would you use those two very vital appendages on either side of your torso?

​And as for actual dank, deep holes in the ground (and under the globe), how would we appreciate how beautiful, invigorating, and refreshing it is to be out in the open light of day? 

...And how would we remember to stay on the good path while we're traveling around the sun, Capisce? 

Take those pits and show 'em we got this, a'ight? #HangInThere #ThePitsWontLast #SunnyDaysAreAhead 

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