Sometimes the journey of Lent isn’t wrapped up nice in a devotional with morning coffee.
Sometimes it’s about living it.
About allowing your knees to get bloodied as you crawl broken to the cross just as you are.
About realizing surrender is self denial. That everything you can’t control is what makes Him in charge.
Because “earth has no sorrow that heaven can’t heal.”
And that my friend is why we wait for Easter.
And why it’s OK when our Lent looks nothing like a neat packaged up meditational series of moments. Perhaps those moments upon moments gasping for mercy….grasping for grace really are what journeying to the cross looks like.
A death to self…the reaching towards resurrection.