Mardi Gras! Lent! Why I'm not really excited!

It's Mardi Gras. Which means Lent starts tomorrow.

I have a love/hate relationship with Lent. First, I am TERRIBLE at fasting. I become obsessed with food, wondering if adding this or that to a meal breaks the fast, counting hours until dinner, looking at snacks with longing.

It has been a really long time since I've approached Lent with enthusiasm. My life is Lenten. It's hard. My kids still have a lot of issues I have to deal with, including having a 19 yo with disabilities who lives at home. I have chronic pain. In the past month, I've dealt with a major car accident with injuries to both me and my husband, the stress of dealing with an elderly parent's health and a heavy load at work.

Now I have to start a Lenten journey? My life is a Lenten journey.

I'm not complaining. I know God has a plan and I trust Him. It's just that I'm never sure how I'm supposed to approach Lent. Do I give something up? Going without chocolate seems trifling. Do I add something? Where? How? I'm already exhausted.

I walk a rocky path every day. Compared to so many Christians around the world who live in fear of their life due to persecution, my life is easy. Compared to many people around me, my life is tough.

Blessed Lent. I'll figure it out as I go along. I always do.

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  1. I just got through telling my husband (who has liver cancer) "I don't feel the need to 'do' Lent this year; our life together right now is Lenten enough!" I've had nonstop health issues myself for months; I just recover from one thing and come down with something else. We're a week and a day into Lent, and I still don't know what to do. I will start by offering up my own daily challenges for you and your family. I'm sure we will be shown the path that draws us closer to Our Lord. ~ Rosemary in Ohio

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