So here we are in the home stretch. The six weeks of Lent, during which I was going to become a new creation, are winding down. Christ is in the tomb, and we look to His rising on Sunday morning.
I have failed. Again.
I was going to pray more; but too many evenings, I communed with the TV or the computer instead.
I was going to fast from sweets and overcome my love affair with processed foods; I gained a few pounds, instead.
I was going to work harder, focus on my responsibilities, maximize my God-given talents; instead, I often dawdled before getting down to business.
I was going to reach out in love to everyone I met, to wear out my smile by constant use; but sometimes I was reclusive, sometimes I was downright moody.
I was going to attend Mass more often. Nope, didn’t happen.
I was going to get involved in 40 Days for Life.
I was going to better serve my husband by cooking better meals, cleaning the fridge, complaining less.
I was going to join my husband in praying Evening Prayer.
Nope, nope, and nope.
What have I learned this Lent? Well, I was reminded that I am completely, totally reliant on Him. I failed, but He has succeeded.
Christ is victorious; and with His help, I can work on those things for the rest of the year. Starting today.