I've been so caught up in my housebuilding plans that I haven't given much thought to Lent at all this year, until a couple of days ago, when it suddenly struck me that I'm literally going into the desert for Lent this time!
Over the past few weeks, the occasional thought has crossed my mind about what to give up this year, but nothing was really jumping out at me. Then the other day, as I was perusing the many tasks ahead of me before I can start building my house, the one that settled on my brain like a giant bloodsucking leech was about having to move out of this house. Dealing with all that STUFF: sorting it, selling it, throwing some away, taking some to the Free Box, dividing some up between my two oldest daughters to take to their respective apartments, possibly putting some in storage (ugh!), and ultimately just narrowing it all down to what is essential - because I'll be living in a 32-foot bus for several months. And even after my house is built, I will need to live more simply as it's going to be on the small side.
Sigh. I hate moving.
Today though, it occurred to me that I could just give up "stuff" for Lent. Dress the whole dreaded task as a spiritual practice, thereby enlivening and redeeming it. Now I'm actually excited to begin this process, and it's nice that I have a couple of months to do it all. This way, I can focus on one little area at a time and be thorough and unrushed.
|Just one of the many places in my house where there's TOO MUCH STUFF|
My plan is to release at least one thing from my possession every day of Lent. Some days it will be much more than one thing, but the goal is to be fully prepared to be out of this house with a minimum of - well, everything - by Easter.
And when I finally do get out into the desert, I will be carrying a much lighter load. Literally.