The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
I’ve heard this more than once during my life, and I have to admit I’m reminding myself of it during this Lent.
I had plans. Plans to do good things for people. Oh, I’m sure a few things I’ve done would “count,” but really, that’s not the point.
The point for me is to live with intention. To follow a plan. To realize I might have to change a few routines in order to make room for some better ideas.
Every day, not just when it is convenient.
I realize this journey isn’t supposed to be easy. If it were, what would be the point? Still, I marvel (really, I flinch) at how easy it is to get off track.
The day is over and I’ve skipped the extra prayer time. Or started without the silence I crave. Or neglected to do the extra kind thing for someone. Or worse, let something cause me to react instead of rethink.
I know better.
I know my days are smoother when I create a spiritual atmosphere first thing.
When I take time to listen to others without interrupting or finishing with my own words.
When I have a plan and follow it.
I also know Lent isn’t over. We all know it takes 21 days or 28 repetitions to create a habit. I’ll just start again.
The Lord sees my heart. He is well aware of what I need. And, I know He is waiting right there. With no shaking of the head. No sadness. Just joy that I would find time for Him through prayer or communion with others.
Lent means different things for different people. For me, it’s not only about having an intention to change, but doing something about it.
So I intend to try again. And again. And though I know I’ll never be satisfied, at least I’ll be trying. Every day, through Lent and beyond.