fasting4Service

I promised I'd recap my fasting experience. Hopefully by now, you've checked into the Daniel Fast just to get a better idea of what I was eating or not eating. However, although my mind was originally focused on the "P" part of the fast, it quickly became an IES event.

As you know, in a spiritual fast, the idea is to spend time reading and praying for certain things. I decided to take my 21 days and pray for several different topics but the main ones being a financial breakthrough for my training facility, (I own a personal training studio that is going through some ups and downs....on a side note, the studio's site is being converted to a ning.site so I hope you all will join that one as well), a final resolution to my anxiety issues, and finally my family. (Obviously I prayed for other things like friends, fit4service members, our country, but you get the picture)

Without delay, my prayers seemed to come alive. I was barely into the fast when it seemed no matter what I read in the Bible, or show I watched on television, God was shouting out his promises to me. I was being lifted out of the "pit" and onto the mountaintop. I experienced many emotions of spiritual joy/sadness, overwhelming humbleness/worthlessness, unbelievable boldness/power. These mountaintop feelings seemed to continue day in and day out as long as I was seeking Him and his word. Never have I experienced such a daily refreshing as I did during this fast. God truly rewarded my sacrifice by meeting me day in and day out.

Interestingly enough, my current conditions haven't changed much. There hasn't been a multitude of people rushing into the gym....yet (although we have seen some nice growth since the fast) I still must make a concious decision to choose peace over fear. So in our human eyes, was the fast a waste?

Not a chance, in the midst of the turmoil, I can still hear the promises shouted to me on the mountaintop. I can still sense the peace that I experienced during the 21 days. Now don't get me wrong, when the bills come up at the gym and that feeling of anxiety begins to grip me, I have to make that decision to Be His and not mine. I have to return to the verses that jumped off the page to me only days before. I have to get on my knees and seek a refilling of His Presence. But yet at the end of the day, He always comes through. He always gives me that "manna" for today. No more (unfortunately) but no less either (thankfully). If I've learned anything from the spiritual part of this journey, it's that I really have no idea how God is going to work....I just know that He is. And maybe, that's all I need to know