Today is Ash Wednesday, which marks the first day of the Lenten season. Over the next 40 days, I will be sharing posts from others who are wandering through my book, , and trying to find words for my own Lenten journey. I hope you’ll feel moved to jump in at any time–I’d love to hear from you. I am praying for you as we head into this contemplative season of reflection and refinement. If you don’t have a copy of my book, you can still get one for free here.
There’s a story I tell in the beginning of my new book, Holey Wholly, Holy: A Lenten Journey Of Refinement, about an experience I had at a doctors office shortly after undergoing my 3rd cesarean. The incision site refused to heal and I had no choice but to go in and have it looked at by the doctor. Indeed, the wound could and would be healed, but not without a bit more pain and discomfort, of which I had hoped I was mostly finished with.
In this case, the doctor pulled out a small jar of silver nitrate, warned me about the coming pain and then covered the wound with the fiery stuff. True to the Doctors warning, the incision site seared with burning pain of the nitrate on my skin. I’m certain I winced as the burn went deep. …. Finish reading this post over here.–Pssst, there’s a signed copy of my book up for grabs over there too! Come toss your name in the hat.
(I’m honored to be sharing today, over at my friend Ed’s place.)
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