So, magnoliadave called my bluff. Of course I didn’t wait until a Sunday feast day to eat that ice cream cake. OK, I’ll also admit: Chef Carolina, our creative daughter who is finishing culinary school, hand-crafted marshmallows for our Saturday-night pleasure. Clearly I am not one to “give up chocolate for Lent.” But, I do have arthritis. Refined sugar inflames me. I hurt. Maybe this is a nudge to use the Lenten structure—six days for fasting then Sunday—to calm these fake flames? Maybe I will draw closer to God as I come clean?
Always Bridging 