Good Evening. God!
Mostly, I want to say Thank You! Not just for the simple pleasure of finding yellow shoes and then, a few weeks later, a matching yellow top. Although COLORs do make me happy. But, for something much more significant.
Today you inspired me to do two-thirds of a day of fasting! I woke up late — after an 11 hour sleep — and made tea. Then I waited to be hungry. And waited. Since it had only been a day or two earlier that I had said that I needed to Fast and Pray, I took this lack of hunger as a gift.
First, I called a dear friend whose son faces severe health struggles. She and I prayed. Then I called another friend and prayed for her difficult situation. (It seemed a shame to waste a Fast.) The fast continued. When I visited my mom, I didn’t gobble up her left-over lunch. I confess, I often do that even when I have had lunch already.
Late in the afternoon, when I got home from my mom’s, I shared the concerns on my heart with my wonderful husband Kit. They had been there for some time but were too amorphous to put into words. Kit listened lovingly — and that really helped. And finding the words — speaking the words — took part of the load off my heart.
Yes, God, Shakespeare was right: Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak Whispers the o’erfraught heart and bids it break.
Another thought! It seems that when I’m digesting food, I don’t have enough energy to digest feelings. Your gift of the Two Meal Fast really helped me process my thoughts and feelings. Thank You!