I have come to peace with the fasting part of this pentecost adventure. I have to say I have gone back and forth on it; thinking it is a good idea, then thinking it is just an old fashioned thing that is not longer relevant. I even tried to look at it positively as maybe a way to loose a few pounds (although I don't think that is really the spiritual factor in it).
Last night waiting in the airport to see if our plane would take off (it didn't), and entertaining our amazing children while sorting out the issues of rescheduling our flights, hotels, rental car, and finding our checked baggage, and a taxi home, the familiar evening hunger pain in my belly was a sweet reminder of God, and love and gratitude and blessings. Through what could have been an ordeal, my family, as well as a lot of people at the airport, remained in good spirits and worked through the situation. On the way home my son asked if the devil had made our airplane not take off. And my husband responded that it could have been the devil and maybe it was God taking care of us. I smiled and thanked God again for my amazing family.
It reminds me that in times of challenge we need God more. We seek God because we don't know if we can make it on our own (and we don't have to). For me the fasting part of this has been a challenge, and something that I wasn't sure I would be able to follow through with or even if I wanted to follow through. And it has been an experience of asking God for help, and doing my part and accepting forgiveness when I didn't do it perfectly. Maybe fasting is as relevant today as it was two thousand years ago.
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