I suspect that a lot of us can relate to the title of this post as a description for what this early part of Lent has been like for us so far. In some ways, I even feel a bit muddled about what is going on and struggle to put it into words. There is just this feeling of - "Ack!! This is not quite working out how I had it all planned out!".

So this morning, I came across this post on In The Midst Of Grace:

I gave up caffeine for lent with the hopes of eventually giving up all sugary drinks. I didn't really have a plan after that... I just wanted to practice the discipline, practice self-control, and somewhere in there reflect on Christ's temptations and his wilderness as I encountered my own. I haven't been praying much though and to be honest I've had a few sodas since Ash Wednesday...

I need Jesus.

See, when I went the first week without any caffeine, I actually became sluggish, worn out, run down. I felt tired.

I felt tired.

Tired became a noun. Tired became a tangible thing I could touch, feel, it even had a smell. Tired. My true nature, stripped away of caffeine that has covered it up for so long. In my tiredness I see brokenness. I see a body that is out of shape, out of whack, and in need of care. So, the next chance I got, I drank another soda.

I need Jesus.

That was just an excerpt from Jeana's entry. You need to go ahead and read the full thing here.

I'm not even sure what to say except - Yep! Sure feels like that around here. Like layers are once again being stripped away and brokenness revealed.

Grace & peace,
Deji.