Yesterday one of my fellow congregants asked me
"Are you losing weight?"
"Yes." I said. Then I started to walk away. Not in a rude way, but in a 'I don't think I am really ready to talk about this' way.
My biggest fear around dropping weight is that I worry I'll get cocky... which is the kiss of death. I need to stay humble and open to God at every turn. I need to offer my successes and failures to him. I need to honor that without him, I can do nothing. But even at church it would be hard to fit all that into a 10 second sound byte conversation as I am heading to my pew.
And then there's Lent. And before it, Shrove Tuesday, which involves copious amounts of pancakes. (Maybe I'll bring eggs.)
I will be leaving my baggage at the door as I head in to church on Wednesday. I'll take only the clothes on my back and the love in my heart as I head out into the desert with the one I love.
Without him, I am nothing.
With him, nothing is impossible.