Put on the spiritual armor, and become a soldier. Strip yourself of worldly cares, for the season of Lent is one of wrestling. Cultivate your soul. Cut away the thorns of evil. Sow the word of godliness. Subdue the body, and bring it into subjection. Keep down the waves of evil desires. Repel the tempest of evil thoughts. ~~St John Chrysostom I have no idea how to even begin doing this right now. I feel so compromised, so tired, so nauseous. And maybe that is why the Church doesn't require me to Fast, but I still feel like I should have some part in the non-food-fasting part of Lent. I really have no idea. The weather is getting so nice. It's been sweet to see Ambrose ache for spring in his small three-year-old way. He frequently looks out the window and asks if the sun is melting any more snow. He asks if we can open the windows, and when I tell him it's still too cold, he asks if he can open the (sheer) curtains to "see the sun". He wakes up in the morning and asks, "Is it a summer day?". Oh, warm weather. You cannot get here soon enough.