This is the 20th daily reflection on Lent. As I admitted last week, I missed a post, so this should be the 21st. And since I'm not posting on Sundays, that means that we are more than halfway through Lent. I have to tell you that this is harder than I thought it would be. And, I've only written 13 of the posts. Further, several of those were not my thoughts, but curated content. So...I'm learning some things through this process. I'm learning how intentional you have to be to write (close to) everyday.
I'm learning that you can't casually, or passively, observe if you are going to reflect.
I'm learning that a butt in a seat is worth more than a busy calendar.
I'm learning that I can't earn a successful Lent.
This Lent has been the first I've really truly observed. And I've grown from that. But along the way, there's been a persistent nagging that I would fall short in my attempts to observe and/or write my way through Lent.
Let's cut to the chase...my fear is that I'm insufficient. That my writing isn't good enough. That my spiritual life is too weak. That my faith is shallow. That I am not good enough.
I hate it. And it's completely necessary. By looking my brokenness in the face, I am learning the truth and depth and beauty of the Lenten season.This is a part of a series of daily reflections on the season of Lent.