Hungry

This season of Lent has been too full.  There hasn't been nearly enough emptiness.

It's amazing how even a renewed dedication to regular prayer and reflection can become another thing filling my life, keeping me from entering into the depths of the desert and finding there the spring flowing from the Rock which alone can quench my thirst.

Too, I should be watchful for spiritual snobbishness, be on guard against grasping for an experience rather than a way of walking humbly with the Lord.  I ought not cast aspersions on what God has led me to do thus far.  Let me instead just keep redirecting my attention back to him, knowing that I am not leading myself along this journey, but merely trying to follow where he leads.