I'm unsure about this Lent. My previous Lenten experiences seemed so certain, so obvious. It seems like this one was about trusting through uncertainty. What sacrifice can I give to God for everything He has done for me?
I can fold and put away laundry instead of reading a chapter in a book.
I can look up and be present to my husband or child when they want to talk, putting aside my idea of what I need to do at the moment.
I can choose to trust that There Is A Plan for suffering, and I will be able to handle anything that happens.
I can take time to think through and plan.
Lent isn't over, but I'm on my way.