Jesus
I will . . .
- Be ever mindful of God’s love for me, and rejoice in it! I refuse to lose sight of how much God loves me, even with my sins and shortcomings in the bargain. I choose to let His love define my days.
- Gently, gradually reveal to my flesh that I can live without material things–but I cannot live without God. I will do this out of a spirit of joy, instead of a spirit of self-satisfaction and pride that hey, I’m making sacrifices for Lent. And as I sacrifice, I will thank God for His never-failing love and remind myself of how, consciously and unconsciously, my entire life relies on Him, and not on things.
- Keep my eyes wide open for what God is telling me I should be doing during Lent – instead of growing fixated over what I think is best for me to be doing. His ways aren’t my ways, after all, so I won’t let this holy season become watered down into a pride issue or a checklist to be accomplished; rather, I’ll let it be a patient time of listening and growth.
- Introduce time for spiritual reading every day. It doesn’t have to be an epic dive into difficult theology; reading a short biography of a different saint each day (such as from The Times Book of Saints by Bert Ghezzi) along with a short section of one of the Gospels, is a wonderful way to welcome the Holy Spirit into my heart.
- Go outside more and witness how God has revealed His gift of new life through his marvelous creation.
- Pray with joy . . . and pray more. Everything can be a prayer if offered to God with joy. Lent is the perfect time to “pray without ceasing.” I will listen to spiritually uplifting music that makes me ponder and rejoice in my Catholic faith.
- At the advice of Mother Teresa, frequently place myself in the presence of God, asking and allowing Him to love me . . . especially when I feel tired and discouraged.
- Look without prejudice into the eyes of my family and friends, and stop long enough to see Christ looking back at me.
- View Lent not as a difficult desert to pass through quickly so I can arrive at the lush fields of Easter–but rather, as a desert that will blossom into roses . . . a desert I will never want to leave.
- Spend this season learning to count the days to Heaven, and not only to mere life-changing events. “My soul is athirst for the living God: when shall I go and behold the face of God?”
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