I'm eating Dove Milk Chocolate "Promises" and sighing over the inane, supposed-to-be-deep comments printed on the inside wrappers.
"I wonder if we could get some deep St. John of the Cross quotes on these chocolate bites instead?", I think. "What about getting his poetry on those "conversation starters" Starbucks' coffee cups, too."
Then I start to laugh. In real life, Mr. St. John of the Cross would tell me--"Abby, stop eating chocolate! Stop drinking Starbucks! Especially stop eating chocolate during LENT!!!"
Prayer: St John of the Cross, help this spoiled American girl practice better detachment!