Lent 2022, Day 2




The last time I did this, I used daily prompts by Sarah Bessey. This time I’m going to try something different, while still borrowing from a thinker I admire. This year I’m going to be picking a prompt from the daily reading in the Bible in One Year app, put out by Holy Trinity Brompton, a Church of England church we love and attend whenever we’re in London. The link to the app is below. Highly recommend. Also, the link to my blog (such as it is) is below and


in my profile. I’m going to try to get the 2020 Lenten thoughts there once I can figure out how to use my computer. 


For today, I am choosing the verse of the day from today’s reading, Psalm 29:11: The Lord gives strength to his people; the Lord blesses his people with peace.


Libby is physically strong, but not emotionally strong. And hers is not a peaceful soul. We are quite sure that she suffered severe abuse in her early life, leading her to be very anxious and slow to trust. She can be prickly and bitey and barky and off-putting. I cannot relate to her wish to bite, but I can absolutely relate to her wish to bristle, to keep her world small and controlled. To create a temporary semblance of peace where no genuine peace exists. I certainly did that throughout the pandemic—I think a lot of us did. But real peace, real strength, from Someone greater than me?  Not as accessible. Except that it is—rightthere, if I can see it and accept it. Just as Libby is safe and loved and home forever, if only she could understand. Perhaps that will be her Lenten journey, and perhaps it will be mine too.


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