W is for . . .


I especially think about weakness during Lent. Throughout Lent, in the time of preparation (and sacrifice and penitence) before Easter, I want to do battle with my weaknesses.

I am petty and overly reflective. I judge people too often based on my expectations. I bemoan aging. I curse the young. I grin on the outside while inside I’m grimacing. Darn it all, I’m human. Lent tries to help me remember that blatant fact. I am human. Weak. Frail. Mortal. When I am inhuman, I forget all about my weaknesses. Please God, remind me I’m a ninety-pound wimp. Kick holy sand in my face. Let me smile truthfully, as much as I can, and imagine only the best for the fellow weak humans I struggle for and with.

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