Yesterday I visited the site of an ordained writer/artist named Jan, and felt a door opening within me. I have a deep yearning to engage my creative side, and on most days I deny the yearning, believing that my time and efforts will bear no fruit. For Lent, I plan to give up listening to the voice that convinces me of that falsehood. This will not be easy, but discipline rarely is.
To facilitate this sacrifice I need to make space, literally and figuratively, so that creativity has a place to flow. I plan to read to open the road of my imagination, and finish some projects to "get me in the groove." From there I won't plan, but will pray to be led.
One Lent, many years ago, I made a stole for that season using a traditional quilting pattern. I love that stole. It is my favorite among the ones I own. It is simple, beautiful, and reminds me of that particular period in my life when God worked through a painful time to bring healing and new life. And the gift of a stole.
Already I feel the breath of the Spirit at work, along with the peace that comes with setting one's sites in a given direction. Now I feel better equipped to walk with Jesus the road to Jerusalem, and to experience the season from within more than from without.