To reiterate my previous disclaimer, "I was not raised in a church that followed Lent".
Yes. It's true. Or maybe I was and somehow missed it for all those years?? It doesn't seem possible, but then again, you wouldn't think it possible for me to need to check the mailbox when I've lost my keys. Sometimes things just happen around here.
My words may not be the right words, and my methods may not be typical. But my heart, my heart wants the real deal. So for Lent, I'm giving up seconds. Which seems tiny and petty. I'm not giving up on the going-back-for seconds for my waist (although it may benefit!) or for my pocketbook, but rather because I want to remember that what I have is enough. That Jesus is enough. That what we were given on the cross, what our first portion was, is enough.
|Suffice to say, buffets are pretty much off-limits for a while.|
There is a tricky part of this, where I need to not try and trick the system and just carry two plates back with me the first time, or something like that. This morning, I had two cake pops given to me. Good day, right? So I ate one, and it was delicious. And I did some things. And then I went to eat the other, and I thought, "Mariah, do you need this? WAIT! This would be your second cake pop, wouldn't it?" and so I gave it away and thanked the Lord for being enough.
Maybe this is weird and doesn't make any sense. That's okay. I also ate 3 crackers this evening, but it was a one-fell-swoop kind of thing. The details are fuzzy. But I know what I'm meaning.
Love & Sunshine,