Back on the wagon with the five minute post. I've got an hour before the bus drops off my school girl, thirty minutes before my boy emerges from his Chuggington-induced TV-coma, and the baby just fell asleep. I think I have five minutes. We'll see what happens next week ;)
Today's word, "willing".
"The heart is willing, but the flesh is week." So the scripture goes. These days, it seems more the other way around: My flesh is oh so willing to sleep when my heart longs to read one more chapter. My flesh would rather have a healthy snack, but my heart reasons that it's the week before Lent, so now's the time to finish up the Christmas chocolate. Coming cold be damned. A nursing mother will soon go wrong if she ignores the tellings of her body. After all, it's keeping someone else alive. And so I tumble into this time of preparation for the Coming Pascha. The ever coming Lord. Telling my heart that some forms of flesh-fasting will have to wait another year. For yet another season always coming in this ever spinning world. For there is yet another saying just as ancient: babies don't keep.
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