Um, hi faith. It’s me, Rebecca. Yeah, I know, you haven’t seen or heard much from me lately, except at church.
Did you know I got engaged? Yeah, I did. I think I talked to God about it, but I don’t remember. I don’t do well with bringing the big things up or remembering them when I pray. Even when they’re good things. True story.
My dog died, too. That was sad. I cried and probably forgot to talk to God too much about that as well. I don’t do really well with bringing up the sad, either.
So I got this new puppy. He’s kind of crazy and he doesn’t do a good job of giving me space in the evenings to spend a lot of time before my icons and in prayer.(I think that’s what is commonly called an ‘excuse,’ right?)
Oh, by the way, did I mention today I failed miserably at my attempt to do Lent today, right out of the gate? I did. Failed. Miserably. I mean, I didn’t eat meat or anything, but boy, oh boy. I hated people about 45 seconds into my day at the courthouse. You know — people looking for their 15 minutes of fame, child killers (alleged), too much work, too little time and an itch of injustice in a place I can’t scratch.
I did make it my entire class at HU without swearing, so there’s that. I let them go early so they could watch the Bachelor and I could go home. Then I promptly swore in the parking lot when the puppy trotted off to explore somewhere he shouldn’t.
So, this Lent thing. I’m going to start over again tomorrow, well, right now, I guess. I’m going to finish up here, take my prayer book and go stand before the icons. If I have to put the puppy on a leash to do it, I will. But I’m not sure what he’ll do when I start praying the prayer of St. Ephraim.
That should be fun.