Sometimes a season feels like it will last forever when death is all around us— either by winter or by real life circumstances—The loss of health , the loss of a friend , the “just can’t catch a break” loss of a year… the freezing wind slaps us in the face as soon as we get the courage to go outside, and so we forget. We forget that spring is coming. That life is around the corner somewhere. Lent is many things for many people. But for me, lent is a time to remember death becoming life–I learned it through a dying marriage in this very season, 11 years ago. I walked… excuse me, limped and was carried right along side lent as a single mother and while staring divorce in the face. I didn’t know it, but I was being ushered into Easter where I would sit next to my husband, holding his hand like it was a miracle (because it was), and thank God that Life always, ALWAYS follows death for those who believe Christ died for the very worst, which they are. So I am framing today in light of eternity, always in the light of hope. We have lost our saltiness if we only remember the winter and forget the spring. *also booking a flight to somewhere sunny ASAP. Goodness I have become extremely pale and have possible bed sores.