The Season of Lent
This Lenten season let us look for the joy.
Another Monday, another fresh week, another opportunity to live right here right now.
The past few weeks have been hard and rest, joy, and play have felt less present because of my constant worry of work. This weekend I am confessing that I struggle with letting rest and play be top priorities and in confessing I invite the God of sabbath to teach me another way.
I get so in my head and so focused on one or two things that I forget to live inside of my body and to be present where I am. When I get like this I get stuck and live even more in my head than in my body and real life. I am trying to find things that help and reflecting on my joys truly does.
Sometimes the things most sacred to us have everything to do with our religion or religious practices or nothing to do with them—or even somewhere in between. Tea is one of my sacred practices and its somewhere in between.
Last week was not my week—I pray that this week might be better. So here is a prayer to start off this week.
This lenten practice is challenging me in a way I need and invites me to show up for myself and to look for where God has met me throughout the day.
In the face of such suffering--looking for the joy in the world seems like absolute foolishness. And yet, my heart and mind and soul needs the joy to be able to continue on this journey.
Today, God met me right where I was at and at the precisely right time. I let myself be held and for that I am grateful.
I was having so much fun with friends this weekend that I forgot to share! Here is a little recap of my weekend joys. I hope you might be able to get a sprinkle ice cream cone soon!
God Found Me
Today, God met me right where I was at and at the precisely right time. I let myself be held and for that I am grateful.
Today my joy is that God found me—right where I was, at the precise moment I needed God to show up. I so often get caught up thinking that I need to do all the things and be all the things. Today, God met me right where I was, held me and reminded me that I cannot hold it all and that I was never asked to. And for the first time in a long time, I let myself be held by God.
May God find you and meet you precisely where you are and may you allow yourself to be held in God’s everlasting and ever loving arms.