The pig was relentless. His snout was buried in the mud. The pig was searching for worms. He would not give up. There were two black plastic dishes full of grain in his pen, but he wanted the worms in the ground. The pig kept digging his snout in the ground.
To relent is to give up.If you are relentless, you don’t give up.
Am I like the pig? Am I relentless? Do I stick my nose in the ground and get mud on my face to eat a worm? Am I relentless?
I will live like a pig. I will not give up. I do not want to be part of a BLT sandwich, but I do want to be relentless in putting words on paper, and paint on canvas.
Is there something in your life that you need to be a pig about?
