Musing on the Forgotten Lent.

Musing on the Forgotten Lent.

In the Christian calendar, this week is Holy Week.

I don’t feel very holy.

I don’t feel particularly evil.

I just don’t feel full.

Well, I do feel full of water — because I just drank two bottles. I’m staring at a third. Ugh.

I don’t feel full of reverence. Not that I’m  irreverent. My emotions aren’t engaged about Easter.

Then I think about Christ and my heart sighs.

I do feel his love; I just feel worn and tired and not caring whether I eat two mini Mr. Goodbars when I pledged to give up sweets for Lent.

I really don’t want them now.

There is a gallon of water sloshing around in my stomach.

Since this giving up sweets and introspection has been a bust the last 35–some odd days, starting today — I’m going to focus on him. Focus on that love I feel.

Block out tired, block out never good enough, block out those little Reese’s Peanut Butter Rabbits wrapped in foil I bought at the store yesterday.

Quiet and love.

It’s so much easier at 5:49 in the morning.