At our house, there's always pressure on the eve of Lent to decide on some kind of discipline to carry us through the season. Each year, my hope is that the discipline will turn into a habit and the habit will lead to welcome or needed transformation. Normally, I fail miserably. This year, my husband, who excels at disciplines of all sorts, intends to give up aspartame. Yesterday he came home loaded down with Diet Coke - he is good at snagging the aspartame-laden beverages while they are on sale and is apparently better able to withstand temptation than his spouse. Once he gave up nuts for Lent and - I'm not kidding - lost 30 pounds. Sigh. I don't even care about almonds until I'm trying to avoid them.
For me, this winter has been a long season heavy and holy with death and dying. As we turn toward Lent and the cross, my plan is to be on the lookout for signs of life and hope even in the midst of death. In addition, my daughter and I signed up to run in a 2K race at the end of April and a 5K race in May. This forces us to get outside and move. Even if it still means moving through the snow that just keeps coming. Even if it means more walking than running at first. Even if it means wet socks and a muddy dog as we plow through the puddles.
Looking forward to what we might discover.
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