Rei_Of_Sun
29/365: Fasting
Today was a day of fasting.
I never liked nor understood fasting. When our church encouraged us to fast for the day, I wasn't exactly jumping at the opportunity. The last time I fasted, I was miserable and caught up in my own discomfort. But I wanted to give it another go and dig deeper into what fasting is all about.
Though it was still unpleasant (my stomach is growling as I'm typing this) there was something about the unsatisfaction that I was sitting in that was interesting. As my body cried out for food and nourishment, it felt so similar to the times my soul cried out for rest. At first I was praying that God would just get me through this discomfort. And then I found myself praying for patience... and then grace. Suddenly, I was just talking to God out of need and necessity. It was the only thing that helped me push through the discomfort of hunger. I prayed for the country, for my friends, for the hearts of those in power to be softened. It was just me and God. In the hunger, I drew closer to His thrown. Suddenly, my soul found rest and comfort. The world's problems weren't solved, but I came out feeling different. It's such a weird feeling honestly. My body and stomach are tired and groaning, but my soul and spirit feel lighter.
"How wonderful it is to have a God like this?" I thought. Though the world is inconstant and ever changing, I can rest knowing that he is in control. And above all else, He desires to hear my prayers. I feel so seen knowing this.
29/365: Fasting
Today was a day of fasting.
I never liked nor understood fasting. When our church encouraged us to fast for the day, I wasn't exactly jumping at the opportunity. The last time I fasted, I was miserable and caught up in my own discomfort. But I wanted to give it another go and dig deeper into what fasting is all about.
Though it was still unpleasant (my stomach is growling as I'm typing this) there was something about the unsatisfaction that I was sitting in that was interesting. As my body cried out for food and nourishment, it felt so similar to the times my soul cried out for rest. At first I was praying that God would just get me through this discomfort. And then I found myself praying for patience... and then grace. Suddenly, I was just talking to God out of need and necessity. It was the only thing that helped me push through the discomfort of hunger. I prayed for the country, for my friends, for the hearts of those in power to be softened. It was just me and God. In the hunger, I drew closer to His thrown. Suddenly, my soul found rest and comfort. The world's problems weren't solved, but I came out feeling different. It's such a weird feeling honestly. My body and stomach are tired and groaning, but my soul and spirit feel lighter.
"How wonderful it is to have a God like this?" I thought. Though the world is inconstant and ever changing, I can rest knowing that he is in control. And above all else, He desires to hear my prayers. I feel so seen knowing this.