But that isn't the point of a fast now is it. The point is to go without something so important to our survival so we have to rely on something greater, God Himself. So now that I'm at the end of day two and my stomach hasn't stopped growling, I'm still not giving in. I'm receiving my strength from Him. He has come through for me every time I feel like giving up. All I've had to do is shut my eyes and say a prayer. It doesn't make the pain go away or the hunger cease, but it gives me a strength from deep within that overpowers my desire to quit. I'm very thankful that He's helped me through this. I feel like I've learned more about reliance on God in this situation than any I've ever been through before. And also, even though I intended to give up food for a little girl and not for myself, I feel like He is using this to teach and bless me. It's funny how things work out.
Two closing statements. I do not want this post to bring me any glory. By myself, I could never go without food for three days. This is also not intended to bring light to my fasting so I can get sympathy. This is to show that even when we are weak He still is strong.
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