I come out of the Church on this Ash Wednesday feeling all kinds of giddy.
Giddy because I know that this season before will never be more than I can handle.
Giddy because I’m surrounded by my family and am able to publicly profess my faith in such an intimate and meaningful way.
Giddy because everyday I get to wake up and try again.
Giddy because I know today will be a good day, not because of circumstance, but because of my conscious decision to have hope about the life set before me.