I never thought I would feel grateful for Lent. Not that I was ever ungrateful for it. It just never occurred to me that I would ever connect a feeling of gratitude with a change in the liturgical season.
And yet here I am – grateful that it is Ash Wednesday and grateful that there are significant number of weeks to go before we get to celebrate Easter.
The last few weeks have been big for me in ways that I am not ready to articulate in this space. There has been a significant letting go of something which has held me for far too long. The initial sense of elation has passed, and in its place is a recognition of the need to learn to live into this new space. Gently!
How fortunate to be thrust into the season of Lent at this time! A season of letting go; a season of preparation for the great feast of Easter.
I feel like the enforced liturgical pause will be good for me. A time to explore the living now. To slowly learn to move the parts which have so long been atrophied – clinging to an old wounding so tightly that their primary purpose has been long forgotten.
I feel I need to stretch gently; to move a little each day; and learn anew what it is to live unfettered by this particular burden.
I am grateful for the pause of Lent. I get to let go of the old self and to prepare for what is to come. I am well aware that I simply don’t know what that will look like. But I trust wholeheartedly in the grace of God who has carried me thus far.