Tag: Lent
Lenten Beauty: 3/25/19
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Lenten beauty is like manna. It can’t be hoarded, or it will rot. The point is to take a moment each day, think of God, and add some beauty to the world. So, today, you get 4 lenten beauties, because they all came from one trip to the grocery store.
The Voice of God in my Body
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“What are you giving up for Lent?” my tribe asks. I say “tribe” because my brilliant writing coach friend taught me to view those who share my questions in life as my tribe.
The question didn’t spring itself on me this morning. I knew Lent was coming since the day of Epiphany in early January. Mardi Gras (or carnival) inevitably rolls into Lent...
I Saw God
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Graffiti. A bare tree. My dog’s pink tongue. This is where I’m seeing God these days.
My Lenten discipline this year for the forty days preceding Easter is to see God every day and share my sightings on my Facebook author page. I’ve had many, varied Lenten disciplines over the years. During my childhood, mostly no sweets. As...
I Already Knew I Liked Wine
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Someone posts a photo of her beloved pet, and I weep.
Someone posts a photo of a great flash mob, and I weep.
Someone posts a quote, and I weep.
I believe I’m ready for Lent to be over.
I don’t think I’m put together for an extended period of intentional deprivation. I’m MUCH better at deprivation over which I have no...
I Take My Lent Seriously
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For Lent, I gave up critiquing people. Well, actually I adopted a practice of launching into a critique only to pop my hand over my mouth and say, “Oh, sh!t. I gave up critiquing people for Lent.” So, in fact, for Lent, I took on cursing.
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I hate to announce my intent because, as my husband correctly points out, my creations often...