HI all. We're barely two weeks from Ash Wednesday--can you believe it? I had to shake my head and laugh at what I wrote a year ago, when Lent began in late February--upcoming visits from two high school friends, a women's retreat I was giving, writing, attending some sporting events. If memory serves, I went to Ash Wednesday Mass at the church near my day job, and lectored that night at my home parish.
I got my hair cut for that retreat--and have had it cut once since. I haven't been to the day job or that church since mid-March. I'll attend an Ash Wednesday Mass near my home, but it obviously will be a lot different this year.
At times I feel like Lot's wife... looking back, and we all know what happened to her. I am working at remembering that there's been a lot of joy as well as a lot of struggle in the past 12 months... and that through it all, Jesus has been there.
I bought this little fellow to perk up the apartment I share with my sister, and I've ordered mini-king cakes. This year, we'll celebrate Mardi Gras for the first time--and the next day, I will officially lay at the altar my longing for what was, and my anticipation (or dread) of what is to come. Instead, I'll work at living in the moment, grateful for God's gifts, regardless of the world's noise. Will you join me?