Our church is fasting. Or I should say some of our church is fasting. I have spent more time worrying about what I should fast than fasting or praying. I don't know when or how it happened, but I have became a chronic worrier. It was a wild feeling this morning when I was stressing over the fact I have yet to join our fast, when I felt a odd feeling of freedom. It seems that God spoke to my heart and told me to fast worrying. To the normal person that would seem like a crock of poo, but to me it made complete sense. It is the lifestyle I should be living anyway, but God through a corporate fast enlightened me to the fact that I spend more time worrying than praying, reading the Bible, praising or living for that matter.
I am joining our fast and prayer a little late, but better than never I suppose...every time I begin to worry or stress for that matter, I will pray my way through it.
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