The ash part though was very intriguing. I thought it would feel more odd to have ashes on my forehead but instead it was oddly soothing. Like having Head On rubbed on you. (I swear that stuff works, no they aren't paying me for this post). I could finally think for a change, it was like all the clutter of worry of my life was cleared out. So for Lent I have decided to give up worry. No seriously. I've already back-slidden once today but hubby was quick to check me on it. He is ecstatic that I've chosen worry to give up. When I go on one of my worry tirades he calls it "terror land." He's right. I am a first class worrier. Even the insanely odd things, like what if when she's running with a stick and then falls and pokes her eye out? Constantly run through my head. So for this season at least I am going to try and get a ticket out of Terror Land and be a normal person. Wish me luck.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Ashes and worry
I went to my first Ash Wednesday service last night. It was beautiful. I'm not entirely sure I do so well with new things though, as I've been worried that I screwed up communion. (Oh drat, I'm not supposed to..) By that I mean we were supposed to dip the bread into the cup and I was nervous about actually dropping my piece into the cup and hence ensuring that all the poor saps after me would have soggy bread grape juice so I just barely dipped my piece.