Lent is about turning and ourselves towards God. But for me it doesn't mean we should let Spring pass by shutting the door on the sun and mothballing ourselves away - in a way I too want to rush out of my home, similar to Mole from 'Wind in the Willows' (Kenneth Grahame) - 'Dash Spring Cleaning!' and get out into the garden.
Already I've sat in the garden under the shade of the trees and said my Rosary, praying for my neighbours as the Spring sun beats down. Sat there, I enjoy watching the trees nervously start to form their buds quietly awaiting that moment when Easter arrives and the world of nature comes alive with a fresh green summer shirt upon our trees.
So back to the garden I retreat, asking for the Blessing of God on those who do not know him - asking that this Spiring will inspire more people from my village and further afield back to His Church and to see his presence fully into their lives. Or to pray for those who will never set foot in the Church - either way in Gods hands I commend their spirit and lives.