The End of a Good Lent

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suffer-the-little-children-to-come-unto-meI don’t know anyone who doesn’t joke about Lent, about giving something up like cigars, soda, or wine.  One year I gave up Lent for Lent and another I gave up being a bitch.  Several years ago, Fr. Ron told me that you only do something as a Lenten discipline if it will be something that you can continuing the rest of your life.

This year I decided to do something that could benefit me the remainder of my life.  I will admit, the past two weeks I’ve slacked off, but I have an excellent excuse – dealing with my mother’s health.  For those who have followed the story, she’s doing quite well, so good, she over-did on Tuesday, and has paid for it the rest of the week.

I’m trying to teach myself how to sew.  My idea of sewing was the use of a stapler. That’s how bad I am at it.  So, when I purchased a computerized sewing machine, everyone and I do mean EVERYONE laughed at me.  This Lent, I decided I was going to successfully make 40 items – to signify the 40 days of Lent.

I did!

Sure, I made something like 48 cocktail napkins, 2 shawls, 1 caftan, 15 coasters and one ditzy wine cozy, but that was the whole point.  I’ve warned friends to be very afraid when it comes to cocktail napkins and shawls.  The thing is, I DID IT! I accomplished what I set out to accomplish.  During the process, which wasn’t pretty, trust me, I learned how to operate the sewing machine.  I discovered I have a tendency to work on my shawls (I have turned those into something people actually want!?!) I pray.  I pray while I am working on the sewing machine.  Isn’t that what Lent is all about?

It was a very good Lent. My nasty attitude has been adjusted.  I think I’m closer to the Lord than I have been.  I’m working on praise.  I’ve seen some amazing things this year, with so many answered prayers.  I think my theme is ‘God answers prayer, so why am I such a bitch about it?’

Most importantly, I have enough money to pay the bills.  Even more importantly than that is the fact that my mother is alive, and getting better.

Praise the Lord!

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