ashes to ashesWell. . .
our Ash Wednesday started off with a bang, or rather, sirens--
During our noon service, I noticed some parishioners come in late. After the service they asked if I had heard the sirens. Umm, no. Turns out their car had caught on fire on the way to church, and a call to 911 had produced a fire truck.
Ashes in the parking lot, ashes in the chancel.
I knew I couldn't fast for Ash Wednesday and do the things I needed to do, but I was determined to eat lightly. It was 90 degrees here yesterday, and about 4 p.m. I really, really wanted to stop at Braum's for a shake. I managed to get myself over to the local library instead until the feeling passed.
I am so glad Cathy had her brilliant idea about 40 miles in 40 days, because starting yesterday with a walk did help, although I was still completely spent by the end. Just enough energy to be a couch potato and watch "Project Runway."