Comfort.

Lent has always held a special place in my heart. I've written on this before...this was the season when I realized my need and came to a place of faith in Jesus. I really enjoy church on Wednesday nights, the feel of being together (last night @ the big Z was amazing! Thanks, church, for the joy...), and the contemplative mood of the season. I suppose my faith is often contemplative, maybe even more so as I continue to grow and understand how little I do know. I love this time of year, and I love that my inner nature responds to this season of the church. There is a sense of saddness and joy, kind of a bittersweet tension inside. Last night, the closing song was a one calle "The Gentle Healer". This is an OLD song by a guy named Michael Card. The original is acappela, and one of the most haunting and beautiful Jesus songs filed away in my head. I'd not heard it for years until last night; immediately, when the song began, old feelings rushed back and it was like I was back at the beginning of this journey, hearing the story with fresh ears and feeling overwhelmed by the goodness. I am excited -- not to revel in the sinful nature and mourn, but to again revisit a time when faith was fresh and new and emotional. May you find that place with Jesus as well...