Today marks three weeks gone between myself and Ash Wednesday. And three weeks closer to Easter.
One blessing borne of giving up something I love for Lent is that I am, in an whole new way, looking forward to Easter. And I don’t mean that as just, “I get to eat sweets again! Bring on the Peeps!”
Even though I do think of that often.
I mean that Lent has given me a chance to count forward to something very, very special.
Without the Resurrection, there is no hope. No relationship with God. A one way ticket to h-e-double hockey sticks for every man, woman and child.
And the fact that Jesus did conquer death, and on that third day He rose, and in so doing, covered all our sins now and forever…
that’s something to really, truly celebrate.
P.S. In case you’re wondering if giving up sugar and snacking has resulted in any extra room in my jeans, let me tell you… my muffin top has never looked happier. Or more fulfilled.
At least I’m feeling it on the inside.