Pondering through the brambles.
Dormancy stands firm on the crossed paths of winter, listening to those that reflect their brokenness, and loss into the chaos of perfection. Dormancy gives light to the fresh Green leaves that grow without flower or aroma, a seasonal nudge of green that awakens the path towards spring. The thirsty roots of dormancy give hope to the depressed soil muted into a waterlogged submission of seasonal weather and government restrictions. Dormancy is bare and vulnerable, bearing witness to the seasons, littering the landscape with a dependable mulch of wonder and love.
Lent is about love, a season in which we dwell in the soft mulch of dormancy and clear space in our lives to be deeply honest with God.We acknowledge our mortality, our frailty, failure, and limitations. Love humbly speaks a raw unvarnished truth and hears us.It is this listening that stirs our inner dormancy, awakens the thoughts and prayers that…
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