Starving sucks. I decided that I needed to fast for 72 hours, and pray against the spiritual warfare I feel I’ve been going through and for what we will face during our 11 month trip. Well, I only made it the first 48 hours before I passed out. Two days into it, I was sitting at bible study/small group feeling chills, my heart racing, my temperature started to rise and drop and I thought all the churning acid in my stomach was going to cause me to vomit. Throw in the feeling of everything moving ever so slightly, and I do say that I was about to pass out. For two days straight I survived on water and water alone; no food, no smoothies, no liquid diet. Just water. This was my choice, I was able to choose this fast and abstain from food. 24 hours was okay, felt a little hungry, drank alot of water, went to bed hungry. 48 hours, my stomach acid was making me feel sick all day, the nausea was horrible and the wanting to pass out wasn’t fun at all. Now, how about the kids that do this on a daily basis, involuntarily? The families we’re going to encounter that only eat maybe three times a week because that’s all they can afford. The moms that don’t find other means of putting food on the table, other than through prostitution? These are the people I’m going on this trip for. These are the people I want to help. These are the people I want to show God’s love to and improve their quality of life by whatever means necessary. And these are definitely the people we should start praying for now, and asking God how we can bring them that love through tangible means. What an honor.
