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I kinda wish it was Lent...

This is how you know you're really Catholic:  you start wishing it was Lent, just so you can get some stuff done. (And  yes, I know that is not the point of Lent...)

I've been feeling badly lately about how little reading I've been doing, and I know I could get caught up if the penitence of Lent were forcing me into better time management.   It seems I can hardly keep up with the mail, let alone the stack of books, magazines, and articles I've got piled next to my bed.

My time hardly seems my own right now:  work, kids, chores, exercise, grab some sleep and start it all over again.  I try to keep a handle on it, but I either end up feeling like a sloth, or a hamster on that little squeaky wheel.  Where's the balance?

Okay, so Lent is months away, and I'm gonna have to impose some regulations on myself.  I'll let you know how it goes.

From the mystery of nothing
we come by the breath of God.
From a valley of darkness walking,
yearning for Christ without talking,
from dimmer to brighter,
from shorter to longer,
the steps of this path
a cadence grows greater,
the pulse of Creator,
the beat with His heart,
to faith that is stronger.

 (from "The Rhythm of Lent" by Virginia M. Kimball, STD)

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