caffeine diary

Oh, flist (dwircle), it's the weekend! \o/

Other excellent things:

1. I came home* to two unexpected messages from people I love. :)

*apparently by this I mean "to the internet". ?

2. I got gas for the car just after the indicator light went on.

3. I bought a new bookcase and 4 frozen pizzas.

4. One of the nice lads playing American football in my apartment complex's parking lot carried bookcase from my car to the house because I asked for help :) *most outgoing*

5. I am up to The B♗shop at the Lake in my non-thorough Blackie Ryan reread. It's a British country home mystery! With Blackie! I'm pretty excited about it.

6. I bought Snuff last night. I'm looking forward to it.

7. Baaaaaby planet. (Okay, I just wanted to say that since I heard it on NPR.)

It's Ash Wednesday. Blessed Lent to all those who are observing it.

I'm not sure exactly yet what I'm doing for Lent. I don't really think of it as giving something up with the implication that, well, the implication is usually that it's sort of a pointless exercise in self-deprivation. Lent should never be pointless. The point of Lenten devotion (including fasting, broadly defined), as I understand it, is twofold. First, Lent is an exercise in spiritual discipline. By the very act of intentionally doing anything, we are reminded daily throughout the season that we belong to God. Second, by cutting out the extraneous things in our lives, we make room for God, make ourselves holy vessels for God's presence. I think we (and I know often I) use Lent as a time of self-improvement. Which is not bad in and of itself, and I've broken some bad habits (i.e., Baby-Sitters Club books in sixth grade, and if you don't think that was a bad habit, you don't know how good that crack is.) over Lent. And I don't want to imply that any way of "doing Lent" is wrong or bad, just that I think that at its core, Lent is about making yourself good for God.
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I am feeling so spiritually empty lately. I haven't been to church in a month for various reasons but even when I go to church, I feel empty. Ugly, and tired, and bored. I crave ashes. I crave Ash Wednesday. I crave ashes on my forehead pressed to my skin a reminder that I am God's that I am dust and ashes. There's a service at the Presbyterian church but I probably won't go because I have tutoring.

Ash Wednesdays past.