I was checking an online newspaper that I try to read on a somewhat consistent basis, when I saw a headline about Ash Wednesday. Already? Spring is right around the corner.
I don't have time right now to check my archives, but I think I've written before about my recent discovery of Lent and what it means to me. I've only observed it twice, but this morning as I noted that today begins the 2014 season of Lent, I knew immediately how I want to fast this year.
To keep myself accountable, I'm telling the world . . . I'm fasting from yelling. I've been so stressed out lately—mostly because of work, and believe you me, that's a huge post for another day, when the school year is over and I'm safe from the Vindictors—that I really want (need) to focus my efforts on remaining calm and composed toward my own children, my husband, and myself. I'm not going to go into excruciating detail, but suffice it to say that I have developed a horrible habit of yelling as my first response to any and every situation.
So, I don't know whether "yelling" is on the official list of items from which a Christian can choose to fast, but it's what I'm choosing.
NO YELLING FOR 6 WEEKS!
Dinner last night: shrimp and chicken over pasta