I’ve been holding my breath.
Not consciously. Not with anger. But holding nonetheless, gripping God like a child holds a balloon string, terrified that if I loosen my fingers even slightly, everything will float away and disappear into the sky where I cannot follow.
Breath. Yahweh.
Each of us are on our own journey
Each of us with wounds, pasts, pains, personalities, egos…
Our paths cross with others and we are changed
Abide in His love... and love others the best you can. Don’t know things. Be ok with not knowing. I give up trying so hard to know. I give up trying to love and forgive difficult people on my own.
We are asked to release the things that we were never meant to carry with us. We are asked to relinquish control of the things that so deeply desire to control us.
The question I have is this, “How do you observe Lent when it feels like Lent has been with us for eleven months?"
It was a short but pointed question that wasn’t necessarily directed to me in this group setting and context, but the moment it was spoken, I felt it hit my heart. My cheeks began to burn and my eyes began to well with tears.