Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Mornings, edged in frost, slip into short days, brown and damp. But just as my soul, too, begins to feel the barrenness, my father leaves a bouquet of pussywillows on my front porch. Days later, Monte runs into the house, cheeks flushed with cold and pride: his gift to me, the first snowdrops, tiny and fragile in his growing-too-fast hands. And so Lent begins, and we remember the promise of new life in a season of darkness. Ann answers the question well, Why practice Lent? I am grateful for her example, and we light the candle and remember this:
 "But God is so rich in mercy, and He loved us so much, that even though we were dead because of our sins, He gave us life when He raised Christ from the dead." Ephesians 2:4-5

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