Yesterday was Ash Wednesday and the start of Lent. Aidan and I went to get ashes (Mr. F was in the hospital all day) and I was reminded of one of my favorite parts of Ash Wednesday, seeing all of the other people on the street with ashes and watching people's reactions to my ashes. Some stare openly, some snicker, and one time in high school some kids called me a devil worshiper. I found that last one ironic and humerous and learned along time ago to ignore the defamatory remarks and use the opportunity to be a silent witness to my faith. This season of lent is always a time of reflection and prayer and every year I find myself at a different point in my journey. This year is no different, but I must say having a child has changed my perspective on lots of things, my relationship with God chief among them.
So this year instead of adding prayer time to my daily routine like I have many years past, I'm returning to giving something up like I did as a child. This year I'm giving up dessert. I remember the nuns saying it was kind of cheating the purpose to do something like giving up dessert to help reach a diet goal instead of increasing your relationship with God, but this is truly going to be a struggle for me AND I'm hoping to see waistline benefits. Besides, when self-control fails, there is nothing quite like good old fashioned Catholic guilt, right?
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Good luck with your lenten commitment Jenna! Maybe we can turn to each other when the respective dessert and facebook cravings become too much...ah!
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