
A friend of mine was going in for surgery Monday. She wasn't allowed to eat anything from midnight until 3:30 pm the following day in time for the prep of her surgery. I wondered how it would feel to fast with her. So I tried it, too. I go through short times of fasting, and hadn't fasted long in a long time, or at least not at home where food is always around because of the little one's, and Sundays when we do ministry where its easy because you're away from home. I find it easier not to eat when no one's around, or I don't have to cook for anyone, and don't need to be inside the kitchen.
It was quite the challenge going past 12pm. I really sensed how much I have filled myself up with the world's food, stuff or views. God brought many times of prayer, and cleansing with scripture while I felt my body detox, and deal with the shock, lol. My mind felt clearer, but the wooziness of either my blood sugar dropping, or something wasn't making it a pleasant experience to deal with what I need to during the day attending to the kids and home. If I stayed out of the kitchen, I probably could've gone longer. I plan to experiment and try again sometime this week.
It's funny, 18 years ago I was running three miles a day, and when those hunger pains came, I drowned myself in water as my parents couldn't afford to feed us. I was down to 100 pounds at my lightest running for life. Now I wouldn't mind losing 100 pounds from the past 18 years, and still run. I'll be 40 come January. The white hairs are starting to pop out, and I don't feel my healthiest. In fact, during the fast, my heart was going through something and so was my brain. When I felt queezy, I laid down, or prayed. I didn't even get the chance to have a stomach hunger pain. This told me I could go longer, but I needed a plan. At first I thought because of my irregular heart beat I needed to keep my electroylytes up, but then I thought of Jesus, and how he fasted, and depended on God. I depended on God during the fast, and it was good to be reminded of how much we are to be dependent on Him. Jesus went to His Father for everything.
Right now in my life I feel a drive to start running again. We walk about three times a week. It's only a mile because of the kids. I want to run, or walk more at least. I'm fixin' to get me some good running shoes when I can and start again.
I had a special time of prayer throughout the day for my friends and family, for the lost, victims of the CA fires, the war in Iraq, my hubby, and children...myself. I don't want to be a Christian that doesn't care about her God. I want what's on God's heart to be on my heart. Right now I sense my own physical health is a matter on the table. I don't know if this is a vision, but I've seen my hands as ash, or decaying. I don't know if that is a sign from God either, but I surrender it to Him when I see it. He knows my days. He knows my thoughts. My heart and mind desire to be aligned with Him.
I am God's daughter.
I am the I am's. :-)
Extol him that rideth upon the heavens. Ps. 68:4