Lent arrived so quickly this year, and I was so ready for it. My spiritual thirst is great right now, and I am ready for the narrowing of focus that Lent can bring.
The children and I made hot cross buns--which they can eat for breakfast tomorrow!
And after supper my sister and I drove in the swirly, magical snow to an ecumenical Ash Wednesday service at the Catholic church down the road.
The dear pastor with whom I sang the night my grandmother died applied the ash to my forehead. I had no idea she would be administering ashes....what a blessing.
The song that was sung in the middle of the service--a Prayer of St. Francis--was the same prayer printed on the back of my grandmother's funeral program, which I now keep posted by my kitchen sink.
These little coincidences probably wouldn't mean much to someone else. But I believe they are little graces to me, and I keep my eyes and heart open for them.