Valentine’s Day 2006: a cute freshman took a friend and myself to Chik-Fil-A. He got us roses and bought our icecream, and we had a good night. Seven years later, he sits on our recliner after an excellent night of handbells, Greek food for supper and homemade Bananas Foster for dessert. I am so blessed and so thankful.
Regarding Lent: I was thinking today about how Lent commemorates the 40 days Jesus spent in the desert preparing for his ministry, fasting, praying, and facing temptation. I think all of us have gone through a similar period at some point in our lives. Perhaps not a time of caloric deprivation and hair shirts, but a time of challenge and uncertainty and seeking. Like the 40 years the Israelites spent in their desert, depending on provisions and guidance from God.
In my life, the longest “Lent” was the 2 years I spent in North Carolina after graduating from college. I worked 3 jobs to pay my rent and lived a spare but bearable existence. I was seeking, figuring out what I was meant to do with my life. It may not look like much on my resume, but that time was essential to helping me figure out my purpose.
Not a comfortable time, but a necessary time. An important season of growing, changing, developing. Preparing. In my case, for marriage. For the Promised Land.