The journey from when God put yesterday’s dedication to fasting and prayer for yesterday on my heart has been interesting to say the least. Here’s how:
I felt a stirring to share what God had laid on my heart with others in my life- perhaps God might be doing something similar in the hearts of others. I wrote about it here, about everything that led me to set a day aside for extended prayer, and also my motivation to invite others to join me in doing so if they felt led. But then, perhaps I got a little over-excited about this and made a “facebook event” to better share, and so that others would also be able to share. Some potentially exciting things happened from this. People I didn’t expect to respond did, and passed the invitation along to others in their lives. I even shared this through the facebook account I have for work, and got a rather different response- being called rediculous, not in an inbox message, but right on the very public event wall for all the world to see. I admit it was good for my ego that I admit can swell rather easily. I was challenged to re-think how much of what was on my heart was of me, and what was of God. It also helped me re-evaluate how I go about sharing what God is doing on my heart. So I chose to lay low in the world of social networking, until night before, I reminded people through a tweet of what my call for the following day would be.
Then yesterday came: A Tuesday morning that felt more like a Monday in so many ways. It was cold (for August), and I just felt exhausted before my day even began. The good thing about making a committment to prayer and fasting public is the accountability. I knew that I was blessed with so much and asked God to help me keep a grateful heart; and to stay mindful of the fact that so many face so many worse challenges. When I finished my time working at the pool, I came home still really exhausted. When I found out my amazing husband had taken care of an errand I was supposed to run for church- I saw an opportunity to sneak in a quick nap. That was a bad idea. I must have slept on my neck wrong, and awoke worse with a pretty severe tension headache-turned-migraine. I broke my fast with some organic applesauce, and soon the headache worsened to the point of upsetting my stomache. I know I shouldn’t be talking about this on a third blog, but my belly didn’t even like keeping water down.
As I went to bed early, thinking about not spending the the time I wanted in focused prayer, the research on the big issues on my heart to share with others, not to mention the things for work that didn’t get done, I felt pretty defeated (not to mention in a good amount of pain). No matter how stinky I felt, I was able to imagine the great strength of those who are dealing with so much more. I knew that if my dehydration/keeping water down became too much of an issue, the right medical care was right down the road. I thought of the families taking extremely long journeys to get to find food and medical care that most would consider primative. I thought about the children who are so malnourished they can’t even take in food on their own. I thought of families in my own country who go on sick because they don’t have the money or the insurance to cover medical expenses. I was feeling pretty icky, and I admit I was rather cranky. But in my rough day, I was able to be reminded of how blessed I am. As I discovered another person who God gave a similar vision for prayer and fasting (only a day earlier), they hope to take another day next month to do the same. I hope to as well.
If you were one of those who took time for fasting/prayer yesterday, thanks- Please share about your day here! I’d love to hear about what God is doing in the hearts of his people!