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Epiphany

Don't you just love lightbulb moments that blindside you? Those never-saw-it-coming epiphanies?

I had one today.

It still stings.

Although I tend to be an open book, this epiphany was just a tad bit too personal for me to write about here. Let's just say that my twelve years of weight struggle suddenly became crystal clear while I drove home today.

And I still ate a leftover breadstick well after dinner when I wasn't really hungry.

In a somewhat related note, I decided that I want to follow some of the Christian traditions this year that always fascinated me, but didn't fit in with my Southern Baptist upbringing. It looks like I'll be starting with Ash Wednesday and Lent.

Lent scares me, but I'm giving it a valiant effort. For the next few months I am giving up shopping for non-necessities. This is really a sacrifice for me, and it actually fits in with my epiphany. This scares me.

Ugh, I have some shopping to do tomorrow. I've got to find some placemats that match my orange plates.
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Christy said…
We love the rich church traditions in our family. Lent is a really special time for us....
I pray that the connection to the history of our faith will be life-changing for you! If you need any ideas for celebrating, let me know :)
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