The middle of lent is hard.
The first few weeks of a fast feel like a craving, a temptation and so it feels like spiritual work. But but now, I've often moved past that and the fast (or spiritual discipline) feels pointless.
I usually think to myself "I'll stick it out, out of principle but I'm not getting much out of this."
I remember thinking this a lot the year I gave up to do lists. Much of that lent was spent wandering through days wondering if it was such a good idea.... looking back, it was a very blessed season that brought years of growth.
Lent is like the beginning of spring. Everything looks dead and yet under the gray and brown, in the viens of trees and the roots of bulbs under ground, life stirs.
I'm feeling today a little defeated but Lenten disciplines. Wandering in my own wilderness waiting for God or the devil to show up. Listening to silence. Waiting for the breeze to blow. In the deep part of my soul, I know this wait is part of the journey.
If you are also questioning the journey or the wilderness around you or are asking yourself "what's even the point of giving things up for lent?" Hang on. The middle is hard, but like spring... Easter is just around the corner.
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