What a difference twenty-four hours can make! Aspects of my life swung from dissonance to harmony, aggression to acceptance, passivity to passion.
Sometimes, I find myself pushing to run the whole race in one day. It is not enough that we ‘fight the good fight’, I want to touch the finish line. I want to celebrate victory. Now. Simply put, I want everything: from problems to be solved, to blog posts to be written, and even major issues of injustice, righted.
Yet, our existence doesn’t work as such. Nor, should it. For there is so much more than my version of ‘right’ or ‘desirable’. And is there a lesson in the journey? I’m sure of it. Although I’m no where near the end of my path, I speculate that it has something to do with patience.
So as today begins a new spiritual journey for some, I share lines from a poem entitled: A Lent of Opportunity
Fast from discontent; Feast on gratitude.
Fast from anger; Feast on patience
Fast from worry; Feast on God’s providence.
Fast from unrelenting pressures; Feast on unceasing prayer.
Fast from problems that overwhelm; Feast on prayer that sustains.
As this holy season begins, I hope to fast from focusing on the work yet to be completed and rather feast on the joy of living a life incomplete.