I waited patiently for the Lord
He inclined and heard my cry
He brought me up out of the pit
Out of the miry clay
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
How long to sing this song
How long to sing this song
How long…how long…how long…
How long…to sing this song
He set my feet upon a rock
And made my footsteps firm
Many will see
Many will see and fear
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
How long to sing this song
How long to sing this song
How long…how long…how long…
How long…to sing this song
– U2, “40” (Based on Psalm 40)
I almost didn’t start today. I didn’t want to get out of bed, and I told myself that I’d do it at the end of the day. But I didn’t.
Today is the first day of Lent. I haven’t been a “practicing” Christian for a bit now. Meaning, I don’t go to church or belong to a set group. But I do love Lent. I love the ritual. I love the idea of 40 days. 40 days of something. Something bigger than myself. Directing, aiming, struggling, striving for something more than myself. 40 days to try something new. To begin to sing a new song.
So, I threw on the workout gear I’d laid out the night before, scooted down the stairs to the mat I’d set up the night before as well, and went through my Pilate mat routine. And it felt great. Hard, but great.
Day 1. Down.
So what are you going to do? As of right this moment, there are still 16 hours left in the day. Perfectionists need not apply. I’m going for Grace instead.
Begin. Begin with me.
But now, I gotta run or I’m going to be stupid crazy late for work.
