I was recently trying to fall asleep after a busy day, and struggled to do so, as a puppy, who could not have been more than 4 or 5 weeks old was crying and whining. I immediately sprung out of bed and outside to see if I could find the crying puppy. The puppy must have been inside next to an open window…. for as I drew nearer to the source of the sound… no puppy was insight.
As I journey along this Lenten time and welcome the extra sunlight, I wonder to myself and to God… “Where am I being called to listen and be assistance to those crying out?” “What am I closing my eyes, ears and heart to? Is it simply because it is too scary, or we’ve become accustomed to it being “this way”? Am I too settled… to comfortable? My Lenten goal is to simplify, slow down and weed out what is not important. How can I do that when there are so many, “crying puppies?”