I don't like when Easter is so early. Spring has not taken hold and a two hour drive will put me in the path of a forecasted snow storm. Nonetheless, it's Palm (Passion) Sunday. Easter is a week away and my heart has yet to defrost from the colder (and longer) than usual winter. I guess if I'm honest, I've not had a very successful or insightful Lent.
I find myself consumed by daily worries I at one time brushed easily aside. Last year was such a brutal attack of betrayal and ingratitude at my work, I'm left feeling raw and bruised. For too long I've been caught in an unproductive and even destructive emotional and behavioral cycle unable to move forward. After many attempts to boost my spirit and to begin climbing out of this seemingly bottomless hole, I sit at it's bottom unable to even see the daylight. I've even stopped praying having lost words. I must trust the groaning of my exhausted spirit (so unlike the crowds shouting Hosanna) to be heard.
Easter is a week away. I hope it gives new reason to be hopeful once again. It's cold even to the heart........
On a lighter note......
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