Man is like a breath;
his days are like a passing shadow.
~Psalm 144:4~

The past couple of days the weather has been horrible. It’s been rainy, windy, snowy, with even a mixture of icy. We still had class though because it wasn’t enough to shut anything down. So that’s where I was on Ash Wednesday, in Brookens Library, room 369. We do our check-ins and then bring up any issues we are having at our sites. I didn’t have anything to report. I feel at peace with each one.

Dad had to preach in Delvan. It’s a smaller church up north that is in a vacancy so they’ve been calling him more. He had to be there for church at 6:30. The older kids were back from track practice in time to see him before he left and to play with Zorro before putting him in his cage while they went to the Lenten meal and Ash Wednesday service at Good Shepherd. She texted when they’d gotten there.

I wrote (and then deleted) that for Lent I’m repenting of my slothful tendencies. I keep thinking of that verse, “the last enemy to be defeated is death” with regard to this, except the word death is replaced with sloth. It’s like for whatever reason this is the one that saved for last. I still get tired and I still need naps, but it’s everything else. It’s everything else that is calling out to me saying I can do more.