Well, a few weeks later, I'm going to expound upon a sentiment that I mentioned in my last post: be very careful what you vow to the LORD. As I mentioned before I vowed to give up clutter for lent, thinking that that meant that I would clean up my apartment over break, and maybe try to stop using the internet so gratuitously. Well, the good Lord had other plans. On Saturday I got sick with a temperature of 102. I spent the rest of break pretty much stuck in the apartment getting better. I slept and slept and slept until I thought I was going to get bedsores. I thought getting rid of clutter was a job I had to do. God said getting rid of clutter was doing NOTHING for a week. Interestingly, I had been praying for a time of retreat for several months now, a time to get away from daily responsibilities and enjoy the presence of the Lord in silence and stillness. I didn't know that I could find that rest in the gentle sunshine of my own living room. I learned quite a bit about myself that I never would have discovered had it not been for the circumstances. Mostly I just had a chance to remember what it is that I truly love, that I am most passionately myself when I am reading and when I am writing. And I had a chance to listen to my work, to hear what it really is that I should be writing about, what has touched me and changed me about the past three years. It was phenomenal. I wish it didn't involve going through three boxes of Kleenex, but hey, whatever works.