I haven’t eaten honey buns for many years but my daughter loves the sugary, icing-topped  pastry. She enjoys them as a special treat and I encourage her not to eat them too often. Yesterday,  she had a honey bun attack.

While waiting for the afternoon school bus, my daughter had an urge to eat something sweet so she stopped by a vending machine at her high school, thoughts of tasty honey buns dancing in her head. “I pulled out a dollar and put it in the machine,” she said. “I really wanted a honey bun. Then, I thought about Lent and my promise to make a sacrifice.”  She pressed the change return button.

“Mom,” she said, laughing, “I know people were looking at me. I was holding onto that machine like I was never going to let it go.”  When she finally moved away, a boy in line behind her bought – you guessed it – a honey bun.  ”I followed him,”  she howled,  ”and when he opened up the honey bun I was sniffing the air to smell it.”  She even did a re-enactment.

I’m still chuckling.  I’m so proud of my 15-year-old daughter for understanding her personal commitment to God, and the significance of Lent as a time of self-denial, prayer and charity

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