Lent is the season in which I feel most at home. I get my radical need for metanoia, for turning from my sin. I'm not as comfortable allowing myself to soak in joy. It can feel like cheating, especially when I'm not feeling particularly joyous.
In what ways am I called to allow joy to be planted in me, right in the midst of my brokenness? In what ways does the flourishing of joy in me bring about the very metanoia I'm convinced I need?