Grand plans expand in our small little hands
We’re halfway through Ramadan now. I had hoped for something different. Something like last year (which at least means I met my goal for last year, that I should look back and think, if only I could do as much as I did last year).
When I read back through that post, I’m in awe of how much my head was in exactly the right place, even though I didn’t realize it at the time. This past week I have spent so much time thinking — no, obsessing — about things that are out of my control, things that have nothing at all to do with Ramadan, that I haven’t even noticed how many precious days have slipped by. Ramadan comes only once a year, and I am ashamed of myself for not taking advantage of it like I should.
I suppose there’s still time for me to fix it, to wrench myself back into the proper frame of mind, and to finish out Ramadan like it should be done.
I think I might start with the small deeds. As we left Makkah this winter, Imam Magid advised us to pick a few small things and do them consistently because he said we’d be more likely to stick to that regimen than if we tried to make grand, sweeping changes. I’ve forgotten to take his words to heart, but perhaps now, during Ramadan, is the perfect time to remember.
Iftaar’s over. The icebox cake was a smash hit, for what it’s worth.
You helped me change a mode of thinking that has in some ways hindered me my whole life. It was a very simple conversation but it really did work. I think accomplishing that small deed of reminding of a Quranic verse may well have changed to a degree my quality of life. That’s quite an accomplishment for Ramadan
Aisha
3 Oct 07 at 9:25 pm