I used to live in the desert.
The barrenness was so jarring I would intentionally schedule my flights into Phoenix at night. The bird’s eye view of all that dirt and dryness made my heart ache. I missed the comfort of lush foliage, trees with leaves, fields of tall grass.
It took me a good 6 months before I saw any beauty there. Before I started to appreciate the strength of all that exists there.
In the desert, everything has a purpose. Nothing is wasted.
The sparseness eliminates distraction. Allows you to focus.
This kind of simplicity is what Lent is about.
We let go of a few comforts and maybe rediscover our own purpose.
via The Windshield Rosary