This year has been one of the hardest years to keep up my practice of blogging every day during Lent. It's not that I'm more busy than usual. My work load over all is lighter. My stress levels are lower. But... my current work is constant. Even at night, when I'm putting kids to bed, the baby is nursing while I read books to the kids in the dark.
Part of my Lenten practice is to intentionally set time aside to ponder the sacred. To connect with faith. To pray. Writing this blog forces the issue.
Many nights in the dark, I've thought about posts writing them in my mind and I've thought about the conundrum of making space for sacred. This season in life feels sacred. It feels like work that the world doesn't see or value. It feels like an act of faith to daily rededicate myself to this calling. It feels like more than scattered toys and daily routine. It feels like a hymn.
And so, this night I'll leave myself a note to keep on making space for sacred. To keep living the hymn of this call in this time. With verses of grace and forgiveness, gratitude and fortitude, preserverence and holiness. Each day, find space to sing this hymn in the rhythm of life. Fold in lessons of faith between Legos and chicken nuggets.
And... if I can eek out the time... write them down to remind myself.
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