If you know me well, then you’ll also know that I LOVE tea! I drink it in the mornings before breakfast and for a break in the afternoon. Sometimes, I’ll even have another cup later if I’m offered one. I cannot resist tea. I drink it for comfort and pleasure. I love it, but on Wednesday I gave it up.
As you can probably guess, I gave it up for lent.
It is now day three and I am madly wishing for some tea. Really, you do not know how badly I want to fill the kettle with some water and set my tea cup out. I’ve woken up with a sore, dry throat every morning since Ash Wednesday, which I longed to cure with tea. In the afternoons, I missed my tea break in the middle of grueling studies. Today, I needed comforting, but I could not resolve myself with a simple cup. It was hard. A sacrifice, to be sure.
I know I’ve said this already, but faith has been harder than normal in these past few months. I’ve run and hid from God. I’ve gotten really mad, too. In it all, I realize how much I really need Him. No matter how hard I try, I can’t do it on my own.
So now, I bring my sacrifice to the altar. I know that the price for my sins has been paid already. I know that He loves me enough without all this fuss. Yet I need this and I’m giving up something that I want to follow Him. Maybe tea isn’t that deep. Perhaps there is more that I could give. But I think that somehow, this may be a journey of faith.
A journey to find Jesus again. A journey partway home. A journey in which I learn to give more of my heart to the One who created it.
I have 37 days left! God, please be my pleasure and comfort in these days of lent and always.