Feeling the spirit move
Since I write these at lunch time (most days) I don't get to report the full days activities instead I recap anything major from the day before. So though I may be counting the days consecutively some statements will be about the previous day's events.
Like this one.
The evening of the second day was, as I mentioned in the previous post, was the first night that the church met since the fast began. Though it was admittedly too loud for my tastes, but the feeling in the room was electric. Everyone was louder, and more spirit filled than is the usual Wednesday. Unfortunately I was too busy with my only family and chasing my 3 year old around that I wasn't able to interview anyone. I know that everyone's walk is different, but it would have been nice to hear a good word from my friends.
Set backs.
I don't say this lightly, because looking back I really should have pulled over and gotten something from a gas station before continuing my journey home. Several times Wednesday evening I felt the unnerving sense of losing consciousness while I was driving down the highway. Between the darkness, the traffic, and the lack of food my body was just about ready to call it for the day. Thankfully God has gifted me with the ability to become instantly awake, so when I would drift off the nanny car features, that I often complain about, would blare and I was back to driving as well as I ever do. My wife lovingly had food for me at church so the ride from Church to home was much less eventful.
The next day, the actual 3rd day, I lost consciousness at work around lunch time (which is why this post is late) and was woken up by one of my colleagues that demanded I eat something. Moral of the story? I think I need to modify my fasting.
Movement
I have been praying and reading more of my bible (though I try to get a few moments in every day, and I don't think not eating is giving me more time, just more need.) and reflecting on my life thus far. Though, the most amazing part about this journey (even through the setback) is that the lack of food seems to create a lowered since of care. I don't have the brain power to second guess anything so if I hear "No you should do this" -or- "Say this to this person" I just do it, it feels impulsive but also liberating, and I'm hungry for more.
God bless, and keep the faith.