Yesterday I wrote about the challenges I’m facing in my Lenten sacrifice, as I struggle to steer clear of extraneous social media over the next six weeks. I described how tempting it is to log on for a quick moment or two, scan a few Facebook updates, sneak a peek at how many visitors have stopped by Graceful. I wrote about how the constant temptation makes me uneasy, anxious.
What I didn’t describe, though, was the flip side. The pockets of time that yawn open, ripe with possibility. That’s the thing about sacrifice – to cease one time-consuming activity opens the door for others to flourish.
Like playing.
Go Fish with Rowan and Meme on a Saturday afternoon, fluffy flakes falling fat outside steamed windows.
Resting.
Cozy fleece; quiet, toasty house; New Yorker magazine.
And celebrating.
Enjoying a juicy rib eye, dinner out with both sets of grandparents…and the rare opportunity to toss peanut shells on the floor – the kids were giddy over Texas Roadhouse!
Lent, I’m learning, is a time to rebloom.
If you are making a Lenten sacrifice this year, are you finding it’s allowing you more time to reconnect or rejuvenate? Are you growing in unexpected ways?