Monday, February 18, 2013
Happy (Happy? Yes; I'll go with happy) first full week of Lent! Until Easter, I've decided to take on my least favorite chore, washing the dishes, every day (I am completely spoiled having a husband who doesn't mind doing them almost every night). Maybe even Sundays, to give Andrew a break...
For the past few weeks, walking through the desert, like Christ during these 40 days, has been on my mind a lot. One of my closest friends has been going through a tough, tough breakup, and there's such a cry in her heart to find the One. The weekend she ended things with her boyfriend, the Gospel reading at Mass was the wedding feast at Cana, and (I'm momentarily diverging from the desert thing) I couldn't get this image out of my head of empty vessels that Jesus needs to fill.
It struck me that when someone experiences a longing so deep for romance and authentic love, her heart is like a well. For whatever reason and in His time, the Lord constantly digs the well deeper and deeper. At the time, it makes you feel the ache even more, but only because He's going to fill it even more. You can't fill something that doesn't have enough room for what it's supposed to hold, you know?
Waiting for love can feel like such a desert experience. You wander. You thirst. Believe me; I've been there too, and I've known the depth of that hurt. Know this, though: Christ didn't just stay in the desert. He emerged, and even in the face of death, He poured Himself out in a gift of purest love. None of it goes unredeemed. My prayer for you, and for me, this Lent, is that the most burning desires of our hearts are deepened, even if it's painful, if only for the Lord to flood our emptiness. Amen.