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Thinkin' about Lent

So here we are, about halfway between New Year's Resolutions and Ash Wednesday.  Of course, the goals of these two are not necessarily the same, but they both give us the chance to take stock and move forward on becoming better at what is our most important task:  realizing our fullest potential as God's creation.

It's good to plan for Lent.  It's good to think about what you really need to work on spiritually.  Are you lagging in your prayer life? Has it been a while since you've done any reading for your soul?  Are you spending too much time away from your family due to a hobby or work? 

Remember, Lent isn't about losing weight or simply trying to rid yourself of a bad habit.  Lent is a call to convert (which is never a one time deal, but a lifelong quest for God), and conversion means that we stop in our tracks and assess where we are in relationship to where we want to be, and where God is calling us to be.  Where we want to be (presumably) is in good standing with God, our souls bright, our will in union with His.  Lent offers us the chance to check ourselves:  are we on- or off-track?  Where do we need to adjust?  What needs to change?  What do we need to add, and what do we need to get rid of?

Start thinking about Lent. 

"May knowledge become clearer in us that we may know the breadth of God's blessings, the length of God's promises, the height of God's majesty, the depth of God's judgments." - attributed to St. Francis of Assisi

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  1. Its so wild that Lent is so close to the Holidays this year. As a Catholic Mom I wanted my children to really look at Lent as something more than the childish contest of who is giving up the most. I wanted them to see Lent as a way to improve themselves in all aspects: emotional, physical, intellectual, spiritual; after all Jesus went off into the desert often to pray and mediate; and if it was good enough for him, well it must be for me and mine as well!

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