Lent has crept up far too fast this year. I’m gorging myself on chocolate today so that I’m ready to begin my annual ‘giving up of the chocolate’ on Wednesday. Last year I failed, but the past two I was succesful.
Growing up our religious duties consisted of being sent off to church while my parents slept in, or watched television, or whatever else it is that parents do that you don’t really want to think of when you’re 10 years old. They were never strict with practicing religion, sure, we only ate fish on Fridays and we still say prayer before big meals. But we were never a ‘The lord is our shepherd’ kind of family.
The past 8 years that I’ve been giving up something for lent has been not so much for the thanking of Jesus for giving up his life for our sins, but more for a personal sense of accomplishment, of self control.
This year, as in the past, I’ve decided to give up Chocolate, my achilles heal if you may. I also want to give up shopping, but with ground rules.
Groceries and food don’t count. If I’m hungry and need a snack, I can buy a snack. I can’t buy a frame because I think it looks pretty and know the perfect spot in our house to hang it. If something breaks, I can replace it. No buying clothes unless I rip something and need to replace it. Eating out no more then ONCE a week (and that includes lunch!)!
Oh yeah. And I still get to buy a bouquet of flowers once a week for the dining room table.
Because… well, that’s just good for the soul.