Did Holy Week sneak up on anyone else? Because I feel like it sure has snuck up on me.
On Ash Wednesday, I remember thinking about being only four weeks away from my due date by the time Easter rolled around. That seemed like a very long time to me.
And now here we are: Easter is this Sunday and I am four weeks from my due date. Am I ready for either one? Hard to tell.
I do feel like this Lent has been a rather arid one for me. I can't seem to figure out exactly what I've learned. How have I grown? Other than larger, of course . . .
This has been a season of clinging to the bare minimum for me, and I really have a hard time accepting that's where I am. I don't like just getting by, but sometimes it's necessary.
I don't consider myself a dynamo -- I'm really not always in motion, despite the crowd here -- but I do have a problem with extended stillness. I like quiet time as much as the next mom, but I like to know that I've accomplished something before that quiet time.
It's why I've always empathized with women on strict bed rest. I've never been ordered to rest by a physician, but my body is as good as yelling it at me now. I have to sit down many times during the day, and I feel a little useless.
Of course, I know that I am constantly working. My body is completely devoted to growing the baby, to the exclusion of everything else. It's just that everything else still needs to be done.
As crosses go, this one is so, so tiny, and the end of this season is so close. I'll make it, and maybe I'll even learn what God has been trying to teach me so far.