That may be due to my "break" on Sunday to participate in a Brownie Bake-off.
But in my defense that bake-off was planned months ago, I forgot about it last Wednesday when I pledged to abstain, and I'm pretty sure I got permission.
Then I heard from a semi-practicing Catholic that they take breaks on Sundays anyway.
So I'm extra covered.
Although I plan on going straight through to Easter with no more interruptions.
For five and a half more weeks. Which is, um, a lot longer than I thought...
**breathe**
I should survive. At least I can look at it as five and a half more weeks of telling people why I'm
See, I always saw Lent and the practice of giving things up for 40 days as an obligation instead of a sacrifice, and I think a lot of other people do, too. But the sacrifice is where the love is, and I think is what is honored more.
Hey, I'm grouchy, leave me alone sacrificing, come love Jesus with me!
But, alas, I'm still a sinnin' lady. I'm going to want those leftover brownies sitting on my counter as much as I want to breathe and I'm going to pout a little bit when I realize I can't have them.
Next week's lesson: mercy and grace.
Halleluiah!
4 comments:
please tell me this is for lent or something and that you are not just punishing yourself.
i think my head would explode.
i really do.
Stacie... I hate to tell you this, but that mole' sauce you had for dinner on Saturday...um...it had chocolate in it...sorry. Love Mom.
I applaud you for your efforts. Oh, and I've updated my March Madness post (with a few other changes). Thanks!
Dude. I totally forgot I could eat my pasta on Sunday. That sucks. Majorly.
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