It doesn't matter how little sense that makes. That's exactly where I came from! Just a smidge of snow on Saturday morning, but that's it. Forget Lake Effect, forget that it was February. Felt like April up there, when things are just getting ready for spring and teasing us with a warm weekend. Thank God for the nice weather!
Tomorrow is the start of my church's Lenten Season. So I gotta start thinking of ways to sacrifice. What can I do? What can I give up? One thing I want to do [and I'm hoping this 40 days of fasting will motivate be to actually do it] is to stick to a schedule. Like this morning...
Pray a little.
Get kids on bus.
If I can get those three things done every morning, it seems like the rest of my day should be wide open!! I often find myself trying to squeeze or make time for these most important activities. Could it be so hard to just do them?!
because it's been years, and I have yet to do this as if it's easy. :/
I thought I knew what Army Strong meant. Look at me. I'd gone a whole month with my husband gone and I hadn't really cried once. I was strong. I was ready for this new life. My husband and I, we were so closely bonded the miles didn't even matter. I had this great community to lean on--family, neighbors, church. I was praying every day. My foundation was solid and I was ready for the next twenty years.
Or so I thought.
In one sharp instant of disappointment and pain, I was struck down from my high horse and, looking up from my back, saw what I had been missing. God [and a dose of humility, too]. Cut off from [almost] everything I thought was making me strong, I cried like a freaking wimp who could never possibly make it in this Army lifestyle.
The lesson? It's lent. Expect trials. Know that you can ALWAYS be closer to God.