That is what he said he was going to try and give up for Lent. As I stood there in the freezing cold, snow coating my glasses, I couldn’t help but smile. I had never done much for Mardi Gras, though I am Catholic. I certainly had never stood in a square, surrounded by confetti and thousands of costumed people singing along to “Highway to Hell” to celebrate the Lenten Season. But now I have. And it was something you just don’t get to experience in Kansas.
Oh my gosh, I have to tell everyone back home about this.
Then I realized the endless amount of adventures I’ve had and how I have not been sharing my stories.
All the crazy, sad, beautiful, hilarious, embarrassing, love-filled moments have been kept mostly to myself.
So, for this Lent, I’m going in a less-traditional route and instead of giving up something, I’m going to start doing something: I’m going to write it all down.
I have been blessed with stories to tell. I will share my words.
All the humbling, scary, the heart-wrenching, happy and blessed ones.
“Don’t forget – no one else sees the world the way you do,
so no one else can tell the stories that you have to tell.”
-Charles de Lint, The Blue Girl