I did some yard work last weekend, and ended up covered in poison ivy. I'm sure there's a metaphor there, but I'm not sure what it is...and I'm too itchy to think much about it. As it is with Lent. I've been attempting to extrapolate lessons and observations while ruminating on the season, but there have been moments where there's nothing to say. There are deep truths being uncovered, moment by moment. There is pain surfacing as I've spent more time reflecting. I have certainly experienced the hopefulness and anticipation for Resurrection Sunday, more so than any other year in my life.
But some days, there is no metaphor, there is no lesson. There is only rest, and quiet, and pain, and joy, and waiting. Some days you're just itchy because you came into contact with a substance that your skin does not agree with, and that's that.
This is a part of a series of daily reflections on the season of Lent.