Getting a new house together goes in fits and spurts. I have an interior designer who is truly helping me. And the whole process is a lot of fun. This woman is keeping me from shooting myself in the foot. I have a lot of wooden pieces of furniture. It is a mish mash, but we have bought the pieces over time and for the most part we continue to like the pieces years after we have purchased them. I moved into this condominium that was owned by a woman who wanted everything Tuscan. She has Tuscan pillars and Tuscan chandelier. A very darling crystal chandelier is in where the toilet is. I thought nothing of it because I like Tuscany, I like Italian food. The walls were a tasteful green beige. I hit the paint lottery there. My furniture did not clash and it was all pretty serene. I started to hate it. I could not figure out what was wrong. I like monochromatic when I look in magazines or on line. Except I didn't. I started thinking about color. I was desperate. . . I started thinking purple. I needed fun. In fact, I was thinking of painting the biggest piece of furniture I have, dark berry. But this is what the woman did for me, she suggested that might not be a good idea. Maybe something smaller like a stool, or a stand to put a pot. She has learned proportions.
I have been to Ash Wednesday services. Mr. Radish and I both went, and it was his first time, but I have gotten the ashes many, many years. As a group, the congregation was old, but here in Florida the population is mainly older people. I may have supposed this, but I was thinking that these were the generations that remembered WWII. I felt that we were there being Christians when there are fewer and fewer Christians. We have to be examples. I felt that I was there for the Egyptians who were beheaded. I have worn my ashes until now when I am home.
Lent is a time of self examination, prayer, fasting , Bible reading, Corporate Prayer and deeds of Mercy. The point of all these things is that we not try for a good grade, but try to be closer to God and more merciful to others. I have not been a very good faster in the past. And I am frightful at abstinence. But like exercise , trying counts. I read that a small breakfast, one full meal, and half of another counts.
Most days I pray for our country. But today we were told in our sermon that unless we are not working on improving our own life with God, we can not count on Him to improve our Nation. I do not know if this is true. But just in case, I am going to work harder in my prayer life, and hope that I can make do with a half of a sandwich for lunch.
Pat yourself on the back if you remembered that yesterday the 12th was Lincoln's birthday. Will make the effort to make a cherry pie on the 22nd.
I picked up a short book LEARNING TO PRAY AGAIN for my Kindle. Although everyone prays, even though it maybe asking for good weather for a picnic, test results be good, or thoughts for the old man on the ground in the grocery parking lot will be revived. I believe that God hears these thoughts. This book talks about the many ways of praying and not all of them are suitable for everyone. This I found good news because I refuse to practice some of the methods, such as Lectio Diviino. Fasting, walking, table Grace, Confession are all forms of prayer.
"If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is," thank you", it will be enough." said Meister Eckhardt (a 14th century German mystic. I like this. Maybe I can do this. I think perhaps I have not been specific enough in my prayers. Though sometimes I am on a wave lenghth that I feel God is very near, sometimes I think he knows me so well, he knows what I want prayed about. I am currently thinking that this is lazy. The review of what I want is perhaps an important step. Many times I have thrown a name out to God, with out saying what I want. Or not saying thank you for the gifts that person gives to me. I intend to be more specific.
The author of this little book keeps his prayer list on his cell phone.