And I've had a taste of both today. Although, you can all be proud of me - I took my children to Coldstone, got them each a kid's size and abstained from ordering one on my own. I only dabbled a couple teaspoons in tax from each of them. However I was in turmoil when Mike was teaching tonight and I couldn't swallow everything single thing he said. I think God was showing me that is a gift - the need to wrestle with truth for myself - not to buy it all just because someone I know, trust and love speaks it (even if he is the most studied man on the planet in this subject!). I was in even greater turmoil when he read Daniel 9-10, quoting specifically how the angel came to bring him UNDERSTANDING of the prophecies in response to FASTING. Can't he just leave well enough alone? Why bring that topic up? I was just beginning to enjoy eating all I wanted when I wanted!
So now I am left with this nagging hunger for revelation along with the urgency that the unveiling of truth will be what keeps me standing in the end. I am going to fast. Grunt. Sigh. There is no other way down this path and I HAVE TO HAVE TRUTH.
The next couple days I will spend feasting (because it's Mother's Day for crying out loud!) and then I will smack a little oil on my face so no one knows the groaning in my gut. In the spirit of don't ask, don't tell, I won't say how or when I will fast. It really doesn't matter. All I know is that there is a narrow path staring me in the face and as I look behind me there is nothing worth turning back to. Anyone wanna go along?