A new activity is easier to keep up than an activity that's lost its novel luster. I keep looking back at my mistakes and ahead at the gap that lies between me and Easter feasting, wondering what I can grasp at for comfort. The uneasiness of long-term sacrifice settles over me.
What did Jesus do for comfort as he spent forty days in the wilderness, alone and uncomfortable, I wonder?
When will my fear of not having all I need transform into a radical reliance upon God? What will I be freed to do when that radical reliance on God manifests?