Recently, I was braiding my teenage son’s hair while we watched Rogue One.
The droid said, “Congratulations. You are being rescued. Please do not resist.”
I thought, Boy. That sounds a lot like my faith walk. Let me write that down.
It was a little weird for Ash Wednesday and Valentine’s Day to fall on the same date this year.
I didn’t grow up observing Lent. Well, I did, but not the way I look at it now. We never talked about giving anything up for Lent at my house. We went every Tuesday during Lent to one of the 6 or so churches in my tiny village, and learned how other people worshiped God. In college, I had friends who observed Lent, but they always gave up things like chocolate, or chapstick, and I didn’t really get it.
As a Catholic by marriage and an adult, Lent looks a little different now. I take my kids to Ash Wednesday prayer. I seriously consider what to commit to or give up during Lent. One year right after having a baby, I committed to exercising every day. Another year I gave up Facebook, and it was wonderful. It may have been the taste of freedom that allowed me to give it up for good.
This year, as I continue through this season of feeling inadequate and overwhelmed too much of the time, I didn’t know what I could do for Lent that I could actually commit to and that would have the desired result – to draw me closer to God.
I’ve always loved getting cards, especially via snail mail, and I assume most people feel the same way – it’s probably one thing most people can agree on.
It’s too late for this year. You didn’t get the cards in time. I have that sinking sensation after too many birthdays and holidays.
But today, everything will be on clearance, and that’s your chance.
The big box stores are OK, but I really like Rifle Paper Company’s website, because the cards are so pretty and unique.
I have been known to hop online after other holidays like Mother’s Day or Christmas to find clearance items to snap up and stash for next year. (*Mom, spoiler alert*) In fact, in order to make shipping worth it a year or two ago, I have beautiful Mother’s Day cards for the next 3 or 4 years.
So get some fun cards on clearance, put a reminder in your calendar, and go get them next year, Tiger.
I was a young single mom with a four month old baby the first time I met my future husband. To his eternal chagrin, he doesn’t remember. We met at one of my good friend’s parents’ house for Easter dinner. We sat across from one another during the meal. At some point during the day, he showed me a photo of his girlfriend, but I don’t think we talked much.
I remember hearing him discuss philosophy with my friend’s dad in the next room later on. I liked the sound of his voice.
Three years later, my friend was getting married to his good friend, and we were both invited.
(Sometimes, when we are stuck inside on cold days, it is dreamy. Other times, not so much.)
It had been an icy cold day, a frustrating day, when my husband got home from work. He took one look at my face, and told me to get out of the house for a while. I started to do one last thing – putting laundry away – then stopped myself, put my coat on, and left.
I saw the glowing light when I got into the car telling me I needed gas, but I figured I wasn’t going far and I could get some on my way home after I ran a few errands. I drove to my first stop and headed into the store.
I let my mind wander while I picked up the things we needed, along with a few things we didn’t.
When I got back out to the car, it wouldn’t start.
I almost texted my husband an SOS.
