>Lent, Day 33
Sometimes, when I am almost to my pre-determined destination…I stop.
(or, rather, what I would look like at this age)
As if drawn by an invisible force, I slow down…
suddenly contemplating what is needed to finish the last leg of a race that had, up to that point, been run with such non-thought out enthusiasm.
Only 7 more days (well six actually, but I want to make my final post on the first day after Lent is over) but only a week more before this season is over. In some ways, it seems like forever since I began…but in others, it seems like it has always been this way. Me, Him and a daily plan that doesn’t include knowing what everyone and their mother is up to…and them not knowing about me either.
I do admit that there is such freedom in being UN-social media-lized. Being able to rely on the fact that it is restricted from my day-to-day activities is beyond a blessing, as I am out of the madness that comes when addicted to something.
So I stand here, at a resting point as I gather up the energy needed to move forward…to face the last stretch that leads me up and out of this fasting season and back into “normal life”…
…and I wonder if anything will ever be this sweet again.
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