I have fallen off the wagon, or more truthfully, several wagons, in the last couple of weeks.
Off the Diet Coke wagon, off the Lenten photo of the day wagon, off the exercise wagon, off the clean the kitchen each night before bed wagon, off the blog regularily wagon, off the slow down and reflect upon Christ’s sacrifice during this season of Lent wagon.
Not only did I fall off , my feet became tangled in the reins and I was dragged along behind as the horses ran wildly.
This morning it seems the horses got tired and stopped, and I am standing again. A little shaky.
I yearn for Lent to be a time of simplicity. The riot of the winter holidays is over. In our northernly climes the earth is quiet, resting, gathering strength for the coming work of spring. This is what I wanted for myself.
The last 2 weeks have been an insanity of road trips and doctors appointments and school events and missing church and snowfalls and large unexpected expenses.
I feel a bit cheated.
So Lent is starting over for me, tomorrow. Today, I have an awful lot to do.