Confession is good for the soul. Or does God care if I’m like Spongebob?

Confession is good for the soul. Or does God care if I’m like Spongebob?

Dear Father forgive me…for I have sinned.

Okay.

Not Catholic. Don’t know if that is correct confessional address. Doesn’t matter.

I sinned.

Okay, could use present tense. But this is not about sin. It is about confessing. Reading Merrill’s blog post. “Now that I have your ATTENTION” http://justmerrill.com/?p=730 ,

I enjoyed how this self-proclaimed “YaYa” made it through Lent alcohol free and grew in relationship with God.

Giving up chips and dessert, I broke faster and in more ways than my piggy bank. Do your children know where you keep your share change? — UGH.  Some years with Lent are good — some not so much. This year was dreadful.

I’d eat  three chocolate eggs — unnerving how good those “artificial” chocolate ones are — and refresh my vows. Recommitting at noon, I’d grab a handle up chips when hunger struck at 4:34 p.m.

Wondering why this year caving with no shame came as easy as stripping the foil off a Reese’s egg…I don’t want to sound whinny.

But, I was tired. When tired and busy, it is hard for me to stick with stupid rules.

Stupid rules?

Aha. The real reason I wasn’t able to fulfill my Lenten pledge. Not slowing down or shutting out chatter to experience a circumcision of the heart. Without it, Lenten fasts are nothing more than silly rules to lose weight or break bad habits. God couldn’t care less.

Nothing sinks in washing over a rock. To be changed, my heart needs to be as Spongebob taking a long stroll on the streets of Bikini Bottom after a day at Sandy’s without wearing his waterbubble. 

God cares about our heart. Period.

So I started my own spiritual journey — and set a time period. A plan between me and God. Slowing down for a moment.

Did anyone have better luck with their Lenten fasts?  I hope so… or hope you experienced what I am searching for — a soggy heart.

Okay, and a little more sleep. Sorry, somedays I just whine.