Lent is Lent. I have no formal assessment yet as to how my Lent is going. It's only been two weeks. I can, however, say that it has been different this year. I am at a place where there is joy on the cross and I have wept myself to joyful tears over this cross. I think the joy is coming from age and life experience. There are enough years behind me where I can look back and no longer deny the abundant grace and mercy that the cross has paved in my life. I can trust. I can love freely. I can be truly thankful. And I can also truly pray, for your intentions and mine.
I am trying to surround myself with beauty. I'm reading blogs with pretty words (not just pretty, fleeting ideas), I'm reading books that make my heart ache and long and work for beauty. The beauty I talk about is not just a physical beauty (although I should probably work on that too hahaha) but the beauty of love, hope and faith. I am trying to be less pragmatic and be more of a romantic. One can only sustain a pragmatist point of view before encountering despair. Winter and despair a good match does not make.
I am looking forward to Daylight Savings time. There's Spring sports, Confirmation preparation, feasts and fasts and all those good things that come with Easter expectations. These cold nights will pass sooner.
But before all of that I have some more Winter pictures to share-
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| this right here is the love of my life, server of my burnt breakfast, everyday! No, the toast isn't burnt everyday but he serves me toast everyday |
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| quiet time |
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| slippin' and slidin' all the way to church |
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| playing in the snow under the light of the moon |
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| our pitiful fire pit keeps us warm outdoors |
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| foggy, cold, dreary outside but warm and cozy inside. I still love Winter. |
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