Fasting...

Our church will be going into 40 days of prayer and fasting at the end of this month. The fat chick in me is NOT looking forward to that. But the Jesus in me is. Several weeks back, God quickened my heart. He told me that I needed to begin to prepare for an extended fast. So I did. However, I have jumped off the bandwagon, and have not been able to hold to my end of the bargain.

So, this week, (actually today) I re-start my preparation, since Pastor Williams called us to fast.

Speaking of fasting. You know, God doesn't have to lay it on our hearts to fast- it should be second nature in the crucifying of our flesh. We shouldn't have to 'wait for God to speak', to fast.
Fasting kills our Sinful man.

Now, me, being diabetic- I don't think God expects me to be crazy about it and go on a full fledged water-only fast. My plan is to be on a liquid only fast, by the time Day 1 of 40 gets here.
I don't think God judges us by what we don't eat, but the effort we put into it, and the attitude we have while partaking in a fast.

I personally look at fasting as a way to kill the hateful part of who I am. Seriously. Right now, there are people- even within my own church- that I would like to snatch baldheaded. But by fasting, I kill that woman who wants to act out against those people. I kill the flesh that lusts for things of the world, and pride of life. It cleanses me of sexual temptation and illicit thoughts, that we, as humans, adamically (naturally) have. And it changes that nature.

Why in the world would I not want to kill THAT kind of mindset? God hates sin. He hates iniquity. He hates lust. He hates doubt and unbelief. He cringes when we fall prey to our fleshly desires.

That being said, if you see me weak, remind me of this blog post. haha.