About three weeks ago I finished a manuscript I’ve been working on for about a year. When I started my calendar for Lent on March 5 I was so burned out on words, I decided to just draw crosses. If words come while I sit with the crosses I won’t chase them away, but for now I’m okay with my mind uncluttered by letters and words and paragraphs.

 Eugene Peterson’s version of Galatians 6:14 about the cross in The Message speaks to me:

For my part, I am going to boast about nothing but the Cross of our Master, Jesus Christ. Because of that Cross, I have been crucified in relation to the world, set free from the stifling atmosphere of pleasing others and fitting into the little patterns that they dictate.