Lent snuck up on me this year and caught me unaware. I almost brushed it off and decided to forget it.
I’ve gone through different seasons in life. As child my family never missed a year of giving up something for the Lenten season. I was surprised that my friends didn’t observe it as well. Most had never heard of it or considered it an archaic tradition.
The attitude of my heart has changed year by year. The young child (almost) eagerly surrender my favorite treats. The preteen only participated half heartedly. The new adult struggled to find its place in my heart. This year I realized I need Lent.
There is a need set apart more time to contemplate my Savior and his redeeming work. Time to prepare for remembering his victory over death and bondage. This year mt soul craves to be reminded to slow down and enjoy him.
I’ve never been very good at fasting. I get sick and dizzy, my blood sugars get out of balance. As a mom of 12 I need to be functioning. This year I feel called to Lent. To give up, even if the sacrifice is only a simple one. The simple life I crave is kicking into full gear as spring approaches. Yet in the stillness of the early mornings or late nights I am carving out time for God and savoring him.
This Lenten season I am forgoing coffee. In those quite moments at the start or close of the day I find myself brewing a cup to feel the warmth in my hands as I curl up and savor the moment. Instead I want to savor my LORD. So for the next forty some days the french press will once again be filled with healing herbal brews and the coffee beans will make their way to the freezer. Each time I think about making a cup it will remind me to think of my Savior.
As I drain the dregs of my last cup of coffee I look forward with anticipation to the morning. The time to set aside to bask in my Jesus, to lean on him and shower with him my endless love and thanks for his ultimate sacrifice, the spilling of his blood.