So we begin the season of Lent. 
Forty days in the wilderness does not need to be a hardship.
If we let go of something, we then leave an empty space.
We can either let this space remain empty or fill it with our favorite things.
I like the idea of making empty spaces in my day.
I can linger at the window and watch the wind whip up the scant snow that fills our little wilderness below.
I can drink in words I wrote in my journal about this time last year.
Or, I can simply sit by the fire and sip a nice hot cup of tea.
When I have done enough of that, I do seem to gravitate toward 'doing'... at least reflecting. I am not much for leaving my 'head-space' empty ... although that is not a bad idea ... to stare blankly at nothing for awhile.
It's refreshing.
Yet, I still like my piles. They seem to surround me.
I like to fill empty spaces with things I love ... like my journals.
I have several and want to fill each of them differently.
Thoughts, wonderings, pictures, prayers, insights . . .
Look at this mess!
My eye catches what I want to see and lets go of the rest.
I gravitate away from my studies.  Ahhhh, time for a delicious book to melt away the hours of cold wind that batter the eves of our house.
| "Abba" and "The Fruit of the Spirit" are annual reads. Tiny books packed with powerful thoughts. | 
It takes me nearly all of the forty days to chew on the words inside.
I linger too long at the window.
  I sip my tea slowly.  
One of these days I will finish this pile. 
 I WILL empty this space . . .  only to fill it again with more to read, mark, learn and inwardly digest.
So much for empty spaces.
 
 
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