Until now.
I don't know what prompted it. I was captivated by the struggles I was having with discipline in some areas I've always been challenged to balance. And then I heard it.
The Holy Spirit telling me to fast.
I recognized the voice. I've heard it many times. It's not audible. It's in my head, part of my faith. I obeyed, wondering what was going to be revealed once the fast was done.
Isn't that just like us? Tell me the ending at the beginning.
I started the fast one evening and it lasted forty-eight hours. I feel clear headed now. I feel tired - probably from lack of nutrients so it's a good tired. Still, I wonder what purpose the fast was for.
I trust God.
I trust His wisdom.
He doesn't waste anything.
He knows my future.
Perhaps He wanted me to get back to healthier eating. Maybe He wanted me to have an empty stomach to be reminded of how good it feels. I feel the best when it's empty.
Maybe it has something to do with obedience in my whole life.
In any case, I followed His lead and I know for a fact that's all He wants me to do. After all, He alone is responsible for the results.
