Lent seemed especially long this year. I found myself growing angry and irritable towards the end. Perhaps this had to do with my inability/unwillingness to actually surrender my sugar addiction. Or maybe it was the lack of morning coffee and thus my morning routine of having a few cups alone in peace and quiet before the rest of my household woke up. Or perhaps it was the fact that this winter seemed to stretch an exceptionally long time. Snow on Palm Sunday . . . a foot of snow by that Monday. I like snow. In fact, I love snow. A foot of snow at the end of March when I am ready to prep the garden, well, that is an entirely different story. Now that we are in the midst of the Easter season, I can look back with 20/20 hindsight and observe. My first observation: I still try on my own accord to be a disciplined person and I fail miserably. When I think about the source of my motivations, they are rooted more in being...
An attempt to notice the quiet whispers of God.