Some reflections on fasting:
Fasting is hard. I understand that it's hard for most people. But, I don't want to be like most people. I want to be better. I have fasted in the past, but I usually only fasted one or two meals and I almost always drank juice. And, since I discovered Daniel fasting about a year and a half ago, I usually just do that. But, now I'm a Fire in the Night intern in the middle of a 21-day Daniel fast that almost everyone in the IHOP-KC community is participating in. And, it's the Global Bridegroom Fast because it's the first Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday of the month. And, I really want to go hard after the LORD for the next 12 weeks. So, I decided that I would do a water fast for the three days of the GBF and then resume Daniel fasting on Thursday.
Yesterday went pretty well. I really wasn't that hungry and I spent meal times in the prayer room, which was fun because I got to see some non-Night Watch worship leaders that I don't see that often. I must admit that I was pretty cranky by last night. We had to go to a team small group meeting with three other groups to discuss some final orientation questions. I really just wanted to do my blog and go to bed. Instead, I had to sit in a room with about 30 other women, say my name and where I was from and then listen attentively for an hour. Fortunately, I went to bed shortly after that and slept fairly well.
But, when I woke up this morning, I did not feel good. I started getting nervous when I thought that I was going to fall over in the shower. Then, I couldn't stand up, my heart was beating really fast, I was getting a mix of chills and hot flashes and I thought that I was going to pass out. I tried drinking cold water and lying down for a while, but it didn't pass. I even caved and ate a banana and it still didn't pass. I had to lie on the couch for another hour and one of my roommates had to go to the cafeteria to get me an orange juice and a bagel before I was well enough to get dressed and go to class.
Physically, I feel OK now. I have a headache and I feel tired, but I'm functional again. Emotionally however, I feel frustrated, disappointed and embarrassed. I wanted to fast for 3 days and I'm disappointed that I only made it one day before my body said No. I am frustrated that my body said No and that it wouldn't do what I wanted it to. This also brings up other frustrations that I have with my body and chronic conditions that I wish I didn't have, but I won't go into that now. Finally, I feel embarrassed because I know that other people are doing water fasts and they are not having this problem.
As I have been praying through this, God has been bringing a few things to my mind.
When I came into the prayer room after my Life of David class yesterday, Jon Thurlow was finishing a watch. He was singing a song that I had never heard before and the chorus was really powerful.
I'm holding on to Your divine love
I'm holding on and I'm not letting go
It's not my zeal it's that Your love is strong
It's not my strength it's that You're faithful
I look into Your eyes of mercy
I remember that your heart is for me
I felt moved then because I often try to serve the LORD and do things for Him in my own strength. This song reminded me that it's not about what I do; it's about who God is. God reminded me of that this morning and I think that I may have been trying to fast in my own strength. I didn't really consider whether or not I could jump into a 3-day water fast without having done much water fasting beforehand. I didn't really think about what my body might do in response to such a shift in my behavior and I was very surprised and a little scared this morning. I don't want to give up on trying to fast, but I do want to consider how I can do it in a responsible way. Since I have had some success with juice fasts and Daniel fasts, I would like to see if I can start from there and then gradually push myself to drink more and more water when I fast, instead of drinking juice or eating fruits and vegetables.
My embarrassment revealed to me that I have been feeling prideful about what a great Christian I am. I'm reminded of the analogy of what happens when you are a big fish in a small pond and then you move to a big pond. I had not realized that this was true of me, but I now think that I proudly saw myself as a nice, big, impressive, godly fish in our small community. Now I'm at IHOP-KC and everyone loves to pray and do harp-and-bowl. In my track alone, we have already had one guy who had Jesus wake him up in the middle of the night and speak to him and one girl who had a vision. I'm suddenly surround by people who are just as wise and just as spiritually mature and passionate as I am. I can no longer compare myself to the people around me and feel better about myself. The good news in this painful discovery is that it has revealed my pride towards others. Now I can repent and ask God to help me have a more humble view of myself that is rooted in His affections toward me rather than in impressing other people.
I was also encouraged because I did feel the love of God yesterday, sustaining me in my fast, and this morning, through my roommates who prayed over me and went and got me food to help me feel better. So, I actually think that this fast was successful in many ways. God, you are so gracious and gentle with me. Thank you.