Charlie Brown, This is what lent is all about

The end of a hard week.My brain is defragmented from being pulled in too many directions. I'm a little rough around the edges because Andrew got us up every night. He has an ear infection, the medicine he was prescribed didn't take care of it. Naturally, I've ended up with a bit of a cold. So, when I get to the end of the rigamaroll around bed time, I am ready **really** ready to curl up and just drift peacefully to sleep.

Ulrich walks in. Did you post your lent post yet? No. Did you go for your lenten run? ....no.... silence.... You said, even if it's a quick run around the block.

Yep. I did say that.

I got out of bed and ran out the front door -- in my pajamas, bare feet -- and started a jog around the block.

It was black. Quiet. I heard only the slap of my bare feet against the sidewalk and the slight wheeze in my breath. Joy melted over me. It was a moment of communion that I would have missed had I stayed snuggled up in bed. It was the exact reason why I thought a daily prayer run would make for a good lenten devotion.

Even if it is only for 10 minutes...I am quieting my soul and listening.... God always shows up.