Okay, so I let another day or two merge together into one final hurrah. This is it. The 40 Days of Giving Up are done. Good Friday has passed. It is Holy Saturday, the day of mourning, of waiting for the resurrection, the rebirth, the coming of spring. It is all that rolled into one. And as I wait for the glory of Easter and its promise of eternal life, it hits me: the epiphany I was looking for. It is not really "giving up" per se, It is surrender.
This has been a time for me of going inward and contemplating all the things that hinder me along life's journey. Procrastination, avoidance, trying (not doing), foolishness, tiredness, yesterday, pipe dreams, impatience, uncertainty, certainty...on and on. Aging, fear, patience, stuff and nonsense. It all adds up to roadblocks of my own creation.
Giving up is letting go. It is not hanging on to the madness that has paralyzed me time and time again. Surrender, sweet and simple. Just going with the flow. Perhaps that is the lesson for me to have learned in this Lenten exercise. Just giving in and knowing that there is nothing I have to do to make things happen other than to make things happen by letting them happen. Naturally and organically. Turning it over to the Higher Power and letting it work in me and through.
That is the ultimate challenge and the ultimate delight in letting go and giving up on the faderal. Just let it be. Amen
Happy Easter. I hope you have enjoyed this journey with me. It has been, as they used to say back in the late 1960's, real.