Although I wouldn’t be at the prayer event for its entire twenty-four hours, it was important to me that I stay focused on God’s provision. I wanted to have a humble attitude, and one of the ways I knew I could do that was fasting for the twenty-four hours. It’s something I’ve struggled with but have experienced enough that I know the benefits. So, it was settled. I would fast from 3 p.m. Friday to 3 p.m. Saturday.
Then I realized the timing of the fast. On Sunday, I’d be doing a half marathon. I needed to break my fasting in a healthy way and fuel up for thirteen miles at the same time. Would my system go into shock?
I thought about cancelling or modifying my fast. I hadn’t figured it all out, but I began my fast at 3 p.m. Friday. I was standing in line to pick up my race packet, thinking about the forty-eight hours that would follow, and I realized the irony of my concern over my fast.
It wasn’t as much of a quandary as I thought. The main purpose of the fast was to focus on God and trust Him. So why was I trying to determine what my body would need? God was perfectly capable of determining that for me.
Oh, how often I think I am trusting God when I continue to (try to) micro-manage.
I doubt I’m the only one.