I went to our Ash Wednesday service tonight. And I am glad I did. I have just started going back to church after a year of self-imposed exile. I won't go into the reasons as to why I stopped going to my church's services, but in mid January I knew it was time to go back. It wasn't the easiest thing to do . . . just as church-going can get into a habit - going because it's what you do, NOT going can also become a habit. I had grown accustomed to my lazy Sunday mornings or my "date" with my husband as we did the weekly grocery shopping. I will miss that. But it was time to go back, for many reasons.
The big reasons why I stopped attending have been resolved; however, there are still some other issues I need to work on. But now I can work on them through my church.
Tonight as we sat in silent prayer, the only prayer that I could pray was "I'm here, God, I'm here." So that will be my Lenten prayer, my Lenten practice. To sit in silence, to acknowledge that I am ready to be present again.