Ash Wednesday has a special place in my soul…marking the beginning of Lent and a kind of in-depth look at my humanity, my mortality, my not-being-God. Growing up, my church was in a tradition that did not observe Lent, and so Easter just happened all of a sudden–or so it seemed to me. But this intentional 40-day delving into God’s deep, deep love for his imperfect people makes Easter morning all the sweeter and all the brighter.
I dropped off My Awesome Kids and saw the foggy lake and had to hang there for a bit. Snagged some introspection and some photos…
Then, I have a habit of taking the 35-mile trek to a retreat center to make my own Ash Wednesday Retreat. Good stuff today, complete with labyrinth walking, hammock time, and altar-making.
On Sunday, with all the Valentine’s Day ads, I cut out a bunch of “love”…and today, attempted to make a statement about the commercial machine.
[Though the irony is not lost that my Thing from yesterday was completely created from such (ahem—-junk)…uh, I mean treasures. (Update: The Only Boy and The Littlest thought their surprise was wonderful.)]
Finally, our family attends the evening Ash Wednesday service at our church, and I got to doodling…
Were the whole realm of Nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Happy Valentines, y’all. ❤️