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I Love Lent

You have to love the Lenten season. It's about sacrifice and reflecting on our own lives and how we have put things that we shouldn't before our relationship with God. We reflect on the strength that Jesus had and how we can translate that to our own lives. I have been thinking about what I am going to give up for Lent and it has stumped me. I want to give up hitting the snooze button but I want it to be so much more than that. I want to make my mornings a better place for me. I want to get up and accomplish something rather than just trying to get 10 more minutes of sleep. So, what am I going to do?

Yep. I am going to blog in the mornings.

I am going to blog every morning for 40 days. I am going to talk about one memory that I have of my dad, grandpa, or grandma. I have so many wonderful memories that need to be shared. Life lessons. I want to share that with you all as well as write them down so that I can actually remember them. I was very fortunate to have such great role models in my life and I want to share that wisdom with everyone. Also, a lot of my stories are just going to be flat out funny and have no wisdom. Just awesomeness.

I am also going to shut my tv off at 11. I have realized that I watch way too much tv. It's only because it is there. So ridiculous. It is consuming way too much of my time and I need to start going to bed earlier and I know that shutting off my tv will definitely help.

I know that this is a lot for me so I would ask that you all keep praying for me to keep up with all of this. I know that I will need every prayer I can get. Feel free to ask me about these things. 

Here is my memory for today:
My dad was always a really heavy sleeper but when you woke him up he would be very much alive. He was taking a nap one day and I needed to talk to him. One thing you need to know about my dad is that he was in the Air Force for about 10 years. He had a group of friends who would mess with each other all the time. Well, during this time he had developed an automatic response for when he was woken up. He would swing. And when I went to wake him up, he did swing. Luckily, I have cat-like reflexes and dodged out of the way before he could hit me. It was a scary moment in my life. Hilarious afterward but still scary. There's my story for today.

Peace and Love.
Celisse

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