I hate Daylight Savings and what it does to our internal schedule, but I love what it means. That the days are now longer, the garden seeds have been ordered, and soon it will be Easter. Thank God.
My seeds have sprouted, the ice is melting away, we're almost half way though lent--and oh what a Lent it's been. Full, and trying. Graces, and purging.
It's one of those years that I'm glad I didn't take on some huge Big Lent. This year is the year of my Little Lent. It's been a big Lent in all other ways, and God is grace-- He knew what was in store and knew I couldn't handle more.
Some times it's all I can do to walk in a wholly conscious way. Just one foot in front of the other, relying on faith that it will all work out. That there is a plan. Walking wholly conscious. That is my Lent. It's small, and with what's going on in my life, it's huge.
It's learning, serving, praying, and trusting.
Trusting that under all of this snow, stillness, and cold that the sap is rising. That the March winds are coming to melt the ice and show the growth that has been quiet and still all along.
That even though I can't see it, He has a plan that He will reveal in His time. He writes straight with crooked lines as long as we allow Him to.
It's not my job to know, it's my job to pray and walk mindfully through my day so that I can see where God is answering me. I'm always telling my CCD kids that we need to learn to listen. The roar is loud, and listening while it's roaring is hard. But Spring is coming.
I made a chicken cacciatore tonight for dinner. 10k garlic cloves, San Marzano tomatoes, the last of the frozen basil from the garden.
I love Lent because it's a deep season that we need to put winter away. Like winter, there's so much going on under the cover of snow, but there is always spring with new growth. Sprouts and shoots, budding branches, lettuces, and dripping water. Lent is hard, but Spring is coming.