I'm going to be honest here [if not here, where?] and say that I am shocked that I have made it this far. I hadn't realised the significance in saying that a three week fast is as much about perseverance as personal denial. I am tired of all the food that I can have and long desperately for a cheeseburger. But quitting now just isn't an option - as much as I may have tried to justify it to myself yesterday.
I'm pretty sure that yesterday was my hardest day yet. It's boring, it's frustrating, and I'm hungry. This food is not exciting. I'm not a cooking type of person, so I get absolutely no thrill from coming up with great new vegan recipes [without sweetener]. I'm sick of being vegan.
However, God came in such strength last night at LHoP. I'm not saying that it's because Chris and myself [and the church as a whole] are fasting - I'm saying it because He did. And I can see that God coming in His strength is something I can have if I ask for it. I've been asking for all kinds of different things during this fast, and for the most part have received them. Now I feel like if I ask God to come and overwhelm me, He will. So that's what I'll be working on this last week while our church fasts for restoration and our children. Naturally, I'll be praying for those things too [as my two children are bound for the Lord!] but what I need more than anything is for Him to be my everything, and in strength - to show me in a tangible way that He can take care of me better than anyone on earth ever could.
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you're lame.
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